I phoned the Bracknell Pizza Bakery and ordered pizza, garlic bread and ice cream for delivery.
It arrived, I paid, I started eating.
I finished the pizza and garlic bread.
I was distracted by
Pizza, LiveJournal and BBC television. Very good. I am apparently 57% knowledgeable.
Pizza finished, and Test The Nation breaks for the news, so I take the empty pizza box back to the Kitchen.
It is at this point that I realise that I have left the ice cream on the counter-top in the kitchen, and it has melted.
Now I have to eat the whole tub. You can't refreeze it.
"I blame Anne Robinson's trousers."