There is a Dialup Pizza company in the UK named "Pizza Express". Actually, they are not that express, because they don't, in reality, deliver out here to my little village anyway.

 Fortunately, I do have Pizza Box Express, through my local postie. The little parcel man in his little red parcel van is more than used to delivering pizza shaped boxes. In fact, this has got so orthodox for him that he now comes "prepared" (he does look like an ex-boy scout) - complete with old plastic supermarket shopping bags. These are for dropping my boxes into, should it be raining, and then he swings the package off my front door knob to keep it dry. He knows me so well, he doesn't even bother knocking the door, because I'm at work all week. Nor does he bother dropping the packages off to my nearest neighbour anymore - he's developed his own special methods for delivering my pizza box express. (Authors Note:  I know I have a very unusual postie doing this extra service for me, because other scrappers regularly complain about the state of the Royal Mail Service)

  I have regular pizza box (and other size) deliveries like this. I live in a county that does not possess a LSS (local scrapbooking store, for you people shaking your head). So most of my stash (supply) fixes have to come via parcel deliveries, after ordering over the Internet. Scrapbooking be damned, however - I'm not even sure if the craft itself is the main motivator for these deliveries, or whether a better justification can be found in my personal and driving need to have mail and parcels delivered. Otherwise it would just be bills and spam-mail in my letterbox. No one else mails me - gone are the days of snail mail letters arriving from far-away friends and places. Instead, I get my mail fix from people who do like me - scrapbook retailers. Or at least, they like my visa electron card.

To increase my pizza box obsession, I sign-up to almost every monthly club or kit attainable. Those boxes have an added bonus - the contents are a great (if anticipated) surprise; almost like Christmas-In-A-Box every month. I must admit, I haven't actually used any of the kits for a very long time, and about 10 of the boxes are sitting in a shoulder-level pile in my scrapping room, waiting some distant mythical time when I finally might file the contents. It happens once in a blue moon - we've had two of them so far this year.

Our local household-recycling centre does a roaring trade in cardboard thanks to me. Before having a baby, we used to have to cart down a container of wine and beer bottles on a regular basis. Nowadays - age, time and child have changed our lifestyle just a wee bit; and my pizza box obsession has changed the recycling containers too - I notice there are now two huge containers awaiting my cardboard deposits.  

 I re-use some of these pizza boxes, for sending my layouts or gift albums. What annoys me is the complete complacency found on the post office woman's face, every time I turn up to weigh and stamp a pizza box. Not once have I been questioned about sending foodstuffs overseas, and therefore breaking the food and agricultural hygiene acts. And this is a country which is only just recovering from a large outbreak of foot and mouth. Surely my pizza box deliveries should have raised an eyebrow just a bit? Mind you, I once saw a local villager posting a tape-wrapped package - which in no-way disguised the fact it was a guitar case - or was it? The post woman didn't bother asking what the contents were ("Is that a machine gun in there, sir?") even if in the middle of a countrywide anti-terrorist security alert.

You can actually buy pizza boxes wholesale over here - I've seen the website. This must be handy for some small-sized retailers. I have seen real (hopefully un-used!) pizza boxes come through for some monthly kits - normally the vendor makes them up with the logos facing the inside. When I bring them in from my doorknob at night, and open them, "Dominos Pizza" emblems on the inside remind me that I'm spending far too much time coveting pizza box deliveries, and far little time on required domestic challenges - like, say - what's for dinner? Anyone fancy a Pizza, then?