Mr Pigalina often tells me that he wants to stay at home and I can go to work (lucky me). This, reversed, is my dream too so we both have to work instead. He tells me that I would arrive home each day to a clean house, a walked dog and dinner cooking.
He has been on holiday all week – this is what I came home to today.
Sauce is a huge part of Nandos’ business – mild, hot, extra hot or the, for weeds only lemon and herb, sauces are offered to you as you order.
I think they got a little too carried away with the amount of sauce they put on my burger today though, as most of it ended up on my hand and the plate.
Needless to say I had to make an extra trip to the napkin stand in the middle of my meal.
Oh yeah, bad handwriting. “I’ll remember what that says”. Good work me.
It’s only notes for a presentation after all…
So apparently this is how the free newspapers are getting delivered these days. Wrapped in plastic and thrown at each mailbox from a passing car. This Pigalina does not approve. They look messy and, those that don’t get taken indoors don’t mulch down in the rain anymore.
The Pigalinas. Lowering the tone of the street.
(Today is Mummy Pigalina’s Birthday – she is off cycling the Rail Trail).
Working on a presntation (or prezzo as they are known at work). Is it any wonder that I had trouble reading my own notes while at University?
Pigalina's Palace 