was pretty uneventful as nights with The Granny go. Apart from a short discussion about my sister’s boyfriend and the match last weekend. My sister’s boyfriend is English and was over here for the match to watch it with her and her friends – no tickets.
The Granny: “Was he playing?”
Cue guffaws of laughter from myself and the sister-he could hide behind a lamp post, that fella.
*Amused* “Nooo he wasn’t playing, he just came over to watch the match here”
“Oh. Did he have a ticket?”
“Do you even know who was playing?”
*Hopeful* “Ehh Ireland!?”
“Haha yes and who else?”
“I didn’t know he was into football?”
*Exasperated* “It was rugby!!”
“Oh sure that’s what I meant. Is that not the same thing?”
Oh dear. You couldn’t make this stuff up.