Wednesday, 16 June 2010
World Cup Widow
The glorious game, so my husband believes.
The other woman so I believe, in our relationship.
If he's not playing it, he's watching it.
He's still waiting to be discovered and he's 38.
Monday night, Glee finale, what were my chances of watching it downstairs?
Natch, Nada, Zilch, None.
So up I went and watched it on the black and white portable. (Figure of speech, I know we don't have sky, but we aren't in black and white...)
Don't worry ladies, I have quietly got my own back.
Last nights tea? Pasta with a vegetable sauce.
Tonight's tea? Quiche.
I am enjoying the fact that my red meat and two veg guy is sitting watching football eating quiche, when really he wants a burger or steaks.
Revenge is sweet.
So what's tomorrow?
Something with chickpeas?
What do you think?