Footballs on tonight which means I'm relegated to the bedroom. I don't mind really, I was going to have an early night anyway as I hardly got any sleep last night (lady cramps). So I've heard the agonising f's and b's coming from the living room at full volume (when they score) followed by a yee-ha woop-woop and a little dance in the bedroom for me (when 'we' equalise).
The fella has been growing a little beard for 2 weeks and I bloody hate it. It's the bristly scratching on me chin I don't like. He now thinks it's a 'lucky beard' as Liverpool haven't lost against Arsenal - they haven't bloody won though so how's that lucky?
I've told him it's going after tonights match - no more of this 'but it's my lucky beard' nonsense.
