I'm going through my receipts as part of my annual Income Tax ritual. Right now, I'm working through the receipts for last year's missions trip to Zambia.
When I get done with these, I'll plow into this year's trip.
I'm holding in my hand a receipt for an Ask Pizza & Pasta, 74 Southampton Row, London.
I don't recall the exact pizza I ordered, but I do remember the circumstances. I had just fought hard to get into London with my luggage. I was checked into my hotel. And I was treating myself to an evening meal. (Who can tell if I was "due" to eat or not -- with jet-lag it's hard to figure.)
I waited at the restaurant while they made my 5.25 GBP pizza, and then took it back to my hotel room.
Where I enjoyed it immensely!
It's funny how receipts can trigger memories.
And that's the way the pepperoni Ball bounces.