Sometimes life just bites you in the ass.
Today I decided to make a pizza. From scratch. As I have done many times before.
The yeast decided not to play ball, so the dough didn't rise.
Then I realised that the jar of artichoke hearts was all that remained from last time I made home-made pizzas.
Debbie and I used to make them together, one each, with out own favourite toppings.
Her favourite was the artichoke. Mine was anchovy and black olive. Tonight it was a pizza disaster.
So, it is gin for desert and pizza for Katie's breakfast tomorrow.
Missing Debbie so much, it hurts.