So, first day solo whilst Pauly P is away. He left Adelaide yesterday at 4pm. Today, at 5pm after a long and tiring day, I checked the time on the other side of the world and was pretty dismayed to see that he still hasn’t arrived. In fact, it was only 9am in Milan, and he isn’t due to arrive until 9pm! Furthermore, he hasn’t even made it to Dubai!
However, I will not feel sorry for him for this murderously long flight (so many stopovers!). Oh no. I think I could handle being en route to Italy.
In the spirit of his Italian expedition, Ash and I decided to order in pizza for dinner. This was after seeing Mister Maker make a fake pizza on his show this afternoon. We even got it delivered (cos I wanted to get into my comfy pjs asap) . Not surprisingly, it was terribly disgusting- just like a fake pizza in fact! I hate Dominos.
***Update*** Just got a text from Paul saying he has arrived in Dubai, but has had a tummy bug the whole trip so far. This does not sound like fun. Perhaps I might feel just a teeny tiny eensy bit sorry for him…
