The rest of the country might be going crazy for the football right now as we’re in the middle of the Euro 2012′s, but I’m one of those who is trying to ignore it in the hope it will all go away.
Admittedly, this is hard when even with the living room door shut and me hiding away in another room with the laptop you can STILL hear grunts, groans and “OOOOOH’s!!” from the football watchers every time one of the
overpaid neanderthals footballers so much as goes within charging distance of the goal.
It has its advantages though, as I get to write in total peace while they’re oblivious in Cloud Football Land.
Things I’d rather do than watch football:
- Watch paint dry. Slowly.
- Do the ironing. (See, THAT’S how bad the football is. You know it must be mind numbing if it makes me want to tackle the ironing.)
You can’t even escape the blasted thing on Twitter. All the trending topics are football related, and you have a timeline full of football spoutings.
At least that does have an advantage, though – if the husband comes in and tells me what’s happening, I can look all clever and already know. Pretending it’s a psychic thing I can do, or something.
Ok, I want England to win as I’m patriotic, but that’s as far as my enthusiasm goes.
I’m not about to actually start WATCHING it or anything….. I’ll start to worry about myself if that happens.
Roll on when it’s all over……