Yesterday was quite fun. I awoke around 11 to the sound of my phone buzzing, Adam demanding I get up. I had an hour. An hour to have a shower, dry my hair, iron my clothes and make some lunch. Half of that hour was spent just stood under the hot water refusing to move. I love that. Then you realise you've left your conditioner in for too long and your hair is gonna be greasy. Great. Lunch went out the window, didn't have time for that. Time to dash to the pub to watch the "Mighty Torres" mmm he's so gorgeous!
So we're in The Stag, our drinking ground. Adam and I, at our usual match day table. However today the place was populated by gobby council estate scumbags. I hate that. Really grinds my gears. No offence to people that live on council estates, i just mean "the sort".
3-1 victory. Gerrard, Torres & Voronin. Haha we cried laughing at Voronin's goal, it was hillarious, he's so ridiculously crap!!! The referee was absolutely ridiculous too. I've never seen it as bad! Anyway, we left after the match had finished. Quite happy...
I've got a thing about feeding the ducks, it's just mucho fun. Add took me to the co.op so I could buy some bread especially to feed them! Off we went to the Res... what happened as soon as we stepped out of the car?? Yes, it began to rain. The ducks were rubbish too, they didn't even want to eat the bread which I purchased especially for them, ohhh no none of that stale stuff, the cheeky buggers I spent 81p on them! Aww there was a duck with a blue beak, I found that really quite funny.
I wanted to go for a walk when all the bread had been thrown, just a short one. I like pointless days were me & Add go for silly walks, makes me feel good. Disaster struck though, the paths were muddy, extremely muddy. I slipped in a muddy puddle and my shoes came off, I was then named "Mucky Ducky". Had to sit in the car with McDonalds tissues on the floor so I didn't get mud all over Adam's lovely clean car...
I want more days like this 
