Just wanted to tell the world how wonderful my wife is.
There I am, sat in front of the rerun of the Cup Final (poor Paul Scholes but worth it to see Ferguson's face) and in she walks with food for me, then leaves me to scream at the TV.
To be clear, in general we share the cooking - I'm pretty nifty with a knife and a pot, but it's sooooo good to spoiled once in a while.
Okay - I'm off to iron a big pile of shirts!
Gilly
1 comment:
That's nothing!
My wife brings me freshly made sandwiches and a washing bowl to wash my hands (a la Seder night) while I am watching the Arsenal, so that I don't miss a second of the game!
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