A glorious day for a pizza

A beautiful day for a stroll in The Park.

I almost felt like dropping in to Michael D for a cuppa.

Then I decided to leave it.

Things to do, places to go, people to see.

Well I did have a few things that I wanted to do, at any rate.

One of which was to pick up a pizza for dinner en route back to The Ranch.

Earlier in the day I had been listening to Sophia Loren extolling the virtues of pizza on ‘Desert Island Discs”, link below.

What is good enough for The Grand Dame of Naples is most certainly very acceptable to My Good Self.

And I am firmly of the opinion that if I eat enough pizza I will qualify to play for the Italian rugby team.

They could do worse.

Speaking of sporting difficulties, The Boys From Anfield were once again gunned down, this time by near neighbours Everton.

I am very close to giving King Klopp a call and offer him my services.

Jurgen, I’m here for you.

Cometh the hour, cometh My Good Self.

Back in the real world it seems it will be May or June before The Black Stuff is back on the agenda.

Sacre bleu, Mon Dieu, Mamma Mia and whatever you’re having yourself.

May or June.

Just what is a self respecting, Guinness guzzling, would be Classical Guitarist supposed to do?

Keep the wine shelves well stocked would appear to be the answer.

A bientot mes amis.

Blind light