PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I nipped up stairs to get washed up and changed dying to get stuck into my pizza I had bought on the way home from work. Nothing special, just a plain cheese with a sprinkling of herbs. Nearly dressed when I realise I can smell it as though it had just been opened. Slippers sorted, I rush, holding onto the banisters, I jump. Kitchen, there on the side my pizza opened 2 pieces gone, I screamed, ‘I have a knife’, “Great” was instant retort, touch of humour detected, then laughing her head off the wife, “Home early, helped myself”, PHEW!