Stalked - by a Rugby Trophy
This week I’ve been stalked by the rugby trophy James won on Saturday and which he carries from room to room in the house, he’s so delighted with it. When I’m cooking its on the kitchen counter, when we’re eating its on the table and when I woke up this morning the darned thing was between us in the bed!
I suspected he may have won something when he arrived back from the awards ceremony 4 hours later than I’d thought, propped up between the local neighbourhood-watch warden and the pizza delivery boy who’d been talked into delivering James home along with his order.
Of course I was expected not to mind being woken up at 4 a.m. and be deleriously happy and proud, but that didn’t happen. From long experience I suspected I would be continually woken up throughout the night by a combination of him falling over, not being able to find the bathroom and switching on the lights, but James surpassed himself with a new and novel way of waking me up.
First of all he opened the curtains then stood on me while he opened the window itself.
“What on earth are you doing?” I blinked, struggling to get his foot out of my mouth.
“Trying to get out of the plane,” he replied, whilst stood in the nude and holding the television of all things.
Honestly!
James can’t be the only one who gets silly when drunk. Let me know what your man has done?
James