H is at the champions league qualifier match between Man Utd and Aarlborg. He'd told me that he probably wouldn't be home until after midnight, and that his colleague would be giving him a lift back and dropping him off.
Just spoke to H on the phone as he was describing it to me etc (neither of us have been to a football match before), and then just before he was about to ring off said "Oh, you might have to pick me you afterall"..."er, what do you mean? I'm drinking a glass of wine" "oh, you'll be fine by then" "er, but where do I need to pick you up from?" "don't know yet"
Erm, Aarlborg is over an hour's drive away, he'd better not be thinking that I'm going all that way at 11ish.
Fabulous...so here I was, enjoying an evening in on my own eating pizza, watching Persuasion on DVD and having a lovely glass of red....guess the rest of my glass is going down the sink ?
