so i turn on the old wobbly jelly, set up to regarderai a bit of la footie, i go to make myself a cuppa and grab a delicious muffin from the kitchen.. coz y’know. tea and muffins hard as fuck..
i return two minutes later to find my mum sitting on the sofa, remote in hand, mid channel change, claiming “it’s ironing time”..
doob while i wait for Match of the Day..?
I think so..