Cod Widow's Diary Week 8

Yippee! Sadman's back at work tonight, can't tell you how excited I am about it. I need the rest after him being off sick all last week. I won't even have to watch him cry when he re-reads about the loss on saturday. 4-0 I think it was.

Nice and peacefull today, he's in bed and I'm off out shopping, ahhhhh therapy. Just what the doctor ordered.

£££££££££££££££, hehehehe. Sadman went bonkers,he reckons I spent too much. He's getting a bit of a tight arse of late. 'You cant take it with you' I told him.

I'm having a day off today. Sorry.

Just got in from work and twatface has done nothing all morning except go on the PC. Well he got a shock when I made him take me in town shopping. That's it. I have had enough. All he ever does is talk about football, The Fishy, Football, GTFC, the council, the new stadium and more football. OK, so I don't listen when he's droning on, but this is the last straw. Whilst in town we went into the new club shop, it's the only one he spent any money in. He spotted the wallpaper and bedding and stuff and says that's what we are having. He's got no bleeding chance. Richard Gere would have a fit if saw that lot.

Matchday. Very busy today as usual. Dropped sadman and the Pirate at the Rutland. Only the game is called off. At least he will be home early I was thinking. He was, but he brought the Pirate home with him. The pair of twats did nothing but take over the PC and drink coffee. To get my own back on them, I have enclosed a piccie of Nicko and the Pirate chatting to each other in ICQ.