Not Written In A While

I am so sorry that I haven't caught up with you this weekend but it's been rather hectic and busy to say the least!
However, Sunday morning was a time where I was literally screaming to blog about how angry I was, but was too cold to type...and here's why...

Football.

I always say NO when the boyfriend asks me to go and watch him because to be quite frank, mud, cold, rain and boredom all appearing in the same sentence, really doesn't appeal to me but this weekend he 'wanted' me to go, to 'support' him.
I chose to be the loyal, good girlfriend.

To start with I was dragged out of bed at 9:15am to be told that I needed to be out of the house by 9:30, I have never applied MAC foundation so fast.

Then I noticed the rain outside and the cat refusing to go out because of the cold.
All of a sudden, being supportive didn't seem that great.

After being put in the back seat of the car, en route to pick up another player, we arrived at the pitch where the car park had been blocked off, so the amazing idea of heated seats and reading a book whilst simultaneously watching the match was no longer on the cards, instead I was stuck down a back alley, far away from the pitch and freezing cold.

I tried the blowers and only COLD air was being deposited from the vents and the electric heated seats needed the engine on. I was royally pissed.

I read my book for half an hour and then decided to brave the weather with my floral umbrella and very 'practical' (I lie) studded black pumps to go and 'support' the boyfriend.

I lasted ten minutes and no lie, it felt like the whole 90 minutes plus extra time, so I trudged to the car with no feeling in my feet and desperately tried to get warm in the car, no luck.
After 20 minutes of extra time, I was seriously fucked off. I needed a wee and the lamp post in front of the car was becoming very appealing, I was also hungry and cold.

So when the boys finally arrived looking like 'mud monsters' and covered the leather seats in wet mud, I wasn't all too pleased and tbh, the only perk of the whole morning was the fact that my boyfriend had stripped to his boxers to drive me home.

I still told him he was a bastard though.