We've been in Devon for the last couple of days and I must have done something right in my life because all my children are good cooks. The first night Daughter made us yummy curries and then last night made some pizza but, unfortunately, she's not used to George and left them within reach.
He stole and ate a whole large raw pizza.
Luckily she'd made enough to feed a small army so we could still enjoy plenty while taking it in turns to harangue George.
But I despair of that dog. Lazy and greedy. He's heading for a fat belly - except we've put him on a diet! That'll teach him! (But probably only how to steal more food.)