I'm struggling to hear myself think here.
My lover is wandering round the house singing "Five Nil, Five Nil, Five Nil Five Nil".
It's not that I begrudge him the win.
But it is a bit hard trying to hold a conversation;
Georgina: "What are we having for tea?"
Lover: "Did you see that first goal? What a finish."
Georgina: "What have you got on at work tomorrow?"
Lover: "Steven Gerrard is a god".
Georgina: "OK. I give up. Five Nil Five Nil Five Nil Five Nil".
2 comments:
Your lover is a lucky man to have such an understanding partner.
My wife asked me ( and I did not hear her properly) how many roast potatoes I wanted. My reply was five nil and she only heard the last bit. I ended up with just meat and cabbage. That will teach not to get to excited next time
Derek: Nice to hear from you. Who ended up with the 5 potatoes then?
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