Whenever Mrs Indy says Poker,Poker, @@@@@y Poker i know it is time for me to prepare a romantic meal. Tonight decided on Italian, well if Pizza counts!
Mrs Indy took a bite and muttered that it tasted like cardboard. I took it that she was just being ungrateful for my cooking endeavours, but she was right it was cardboard. I had removed the plastic wrapping but hadn't realised that the pizza was in a cardboard tray.

Blown the romance for the night and just signed up for an MTT.
