Pinkness, pizza & going to the pictures . . .

Earlier today, The G had a friend over to play . . .
Pinkness galore, The B and I made ourselves scarce. Girls' day in, boys' day out. Time for an adventure.
First up, The Metro into town and the cinema (The B's first-ever trip to the flicks), The Lorax on the big screen, a special kids' event, £1 tickets for all. Pizza Hut for lunch - another first, this - The B eating his own body weight in thin-crust Hawaiian before beating a path to the Ice Cream Factory.
Back at home, The G was relishing being the host, for once getting the chance to set the agenda and indulge in some unbridled girliness, free from the occasional disruption from an overbearing older brother.
This was the main reason for taking him out, although the chance to spend a little one-to-one time with The B - something that, since he started school, I don't get to do very often - was just as appealing.
The plan worked and I'm pleased to report that a good time was had by all. That said, I've rarely felt fuller, so much so that, some six hours after leaving Pizza Hut, I still feel fit to burst . . .