Foosball

Day 85 - a day like any other day in this house with the foot ball crazy boy around.

After I moaned at him yet again for kicking balls around the house (this time knocking a picture off the wall) he settled down to something more pedestrian - his version of foosball on his little mat using some of his miniature players.

Apparently the score was 11 all.

In other news I've turned into the female version of Henry VIII with my eating habits today - all about the lard and grilled steak flavoured crisps. Shame I don't have six husbands, I could easily make use of them to do manly stuff like topping up the oil in my car and chopping wood or something.