We went to the Pizza Express to make our own pizza for free! Some of the people there we knew who were from our drama and other clubs, but some of them we didn’t quite know yet. There was one girl and her brother who came all the way from Australia for a holiday in England, and we made great friends with the girl and we’ve got her email address. Quite a few of the children there were quite fiesty and boisterous over which toppings and things they were going to have – but eventually, I found myself some of the safe and sound cheese at the bottom of the third bowl we’d been given.
We were given a dough each to stretch out, and after my third dough, I had, with Mummy’s help, successfully made an acceptable-looking base. We all spread our doughs into our pans, and even though there were some rather big holes in the pastries, it would do. So then the lady came round with a large tin of tomato puree and gave us a ladleful of it each on the top of our base. Instead of the usual way, spreading it round with the back of a dessert spoon, we took up the pan and circled it round and round in the air. That way, the sauce ran down the pizza leaving only the raised crust not covered in it.
Whence everybody’s pizza had a spread base ‘n’ paste, my own rather I-am-proud-of words, the lady came back with a bowl of cubed margherita which we sprinkled on top of our delicious paste. Some people went a bit mad with the whole ‘cheese’ idea, but we got some eventually! Then Tilly went up to the lady and said, “Please, do you have any olives to go on top?” and do you know what that lady said? “Oh, yes, we do have olives, we’ll bring them round in a minute, but you can only look at them, you can’t have any actually on the pizza.” We were all rather confused, but we sat down nicely and waited for our pizzas to arrive!
THEY WERE SCRUMPTIOUS!
We took them to the park to meet Lillian and her brother Nathan. Luckily, Fran had brought with her some olives to share out! We ate them at the same time as scoops of delicious, cold pizza.. One lady came with us to talk about thinking of home-educating her little girl. We played a game in the park where we had bits of grass and flower and clover as money, and Nathan was the manager of a pancake-making store. Tilly worked there too. Lillian and I were both the managers of the petshop. Once Nathan came and paid us to look after his phoenix, and his phoenix suddenly gave birth to chicks and we had phoenix chicks! We pretended we had banks each underneath Nathan’s household property. Lillian and I shared our money and bought pancakes whenever we needed food! Sometimes, though, we pretended Fran and Dave were nice workers we knew in a grocery store and went there to get olives and grapes for free! Lillian, Tilly and I had a large and tall spinning ‘thing’, where the bottom was the lounge and the dipped bit at the top was the bedroom where we slept all together.