In a past life I lived in a flat with a communal hallway. Among the post permanently littering the floor was the usual junk mail detritus: estate agent leaflets, double-glazing pamphlets and takeaway menus. In a development I don’t like to talk about at parties, I used to receive envelopes from the local takeaway addressed to ‘Pizza Eater’.
Helen Nugent
A nation of pizza addicts: Domino’s reaps the benefits

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