The battle for Helm’s Deep is over. The battle for Middle-Earth is about to begin
So our house just had its first proper argument. Shouting, cursing, everything, because the house is always a tip because people dont tidy up after themselves, and it makes shit pile up, and generally just smells bad.
All seems lost. Until Sophie emerges from her room
wielding a Dominoes Pizza, she proclaims “Bitches, can we all just stop arguing and have some pizza?”
I’d like to have said that the situation was resolved there and then.
It wasn’t. They all stormed off, leaving me in the kitchen just standing there. But the pizza was damn good. Maybe i should start another one, and maybe get some garlic bread to go with it.