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seasider wrote:Can't disagree with the comments - I just question three years. It's more dumb than anything else.We've got to be seen to deal with these idiots harshly, or the club itself will be punished instead.
Lincolnshireseasider91 wrote:Flint town on Netflix .. amazing what police deal with on a daily basis in one of Americas worst areasIs that the place that hasn't had clean running water for months?
seasider wrote:Surprised you would say that!Only an idiot would do that after all we've been through.
seasider wrote:Unless he raises the money to buy the club back...He wouldn't pass the ODT to be reappointed to the board.
Heading - Aidy Forbes
Brain - Aidy Forbes
Left foot - Aidy Forbes
Right foot - Aidy Forbes
Last night, a reconstruction.
10pm - Went to bed after watching another couple of Madeleine McCann documentary episodes
11:30pm - Still awake because of Madeleine McCann documentary episodes
12:30am - Still awake because of wife's snoring, I wake her up, she tells me off for waking her up, rolls over and continues snoring
2am - Phone rings, I wake up (must have fallen asleep at some point), it's the mother in law, I don't answer (obv)
2:30am - Car outside, wife's phone rings, it's the mother in law's sister, she answers, I ring the mother in law to find out what the fuck is going on. "Is everything alright at home?" "Yes it fucking is thanks, why?" "Jordan's woken everyone up because he can't get hold of Rachel"*
*Rachel is my wife (the snorer), Jordan is her brother, and he's currently in Thailand. Rachel said she'd book his return flight for today because he's a 31 year old baby idiot who can knock someone out but can't wipe his own arse, however at the time of going to bed last night, she hadn't because she's a fucking grown idiot who can't wipe her own arse.
3am - Rachel on the phone to Jordan saying she will sort the flights and/or hotel and Pete(!) will pay and he can give me the money back when he gets back. "Fine, just get off the fucking phone for fuck sake!"
3:30am - Rachel is downstairs sorting the flight. Sounds like she's aggressively turning a page in a book, very annoying, can't sleep. Turns out it was the shower dripping in the bathroom.
5am - Roll over (must have fallen asleep again), eldest (3yo) is in our bed, sleeping width-ways, with his feet in my ribs. "Teddy, go up to your bed, good boy, yes, lovely, very good, night." He has a mini tantrum with the wife who agrees to sleep in his bed, they fuck off.
6:30am - Rach wakes me up (more sleep, woohoo!) and says she needs my bank logins because Qatar Airways want to see the transaction to prove it's not fraud. "A card payment won't be on there for a couple of days anyway." "Yes it will." "OK, what the fuck do I know about finance? Get me the laptop." Log in. Transaction not there. "See." She goes to work.
7am - Rachel calls (still awake), "They still want to see your bank statement." "It won't tell them anything, the transaction isn't even on there until... never mind, let me get up and log in and I'll email it over." I do this, she calls back. "It's not on there." aaaaaand you can imagine how that conversation ended.
7:30am - Rachel calls, "Don't divorce me." "I won't, but you're a dick."
Today, I have about 4 hours of admin to do before 12 (already late starting that), I have had very little sleep, no breakfast yet, 2 presentation meetings which will dictate whether I earn any bonus for the quarter, and a hospital event to plan for for tomorrow. I've spent longer than I planned to writing this, I'm grumpy, I have IT problems, I'm slightly(!) overweight, I'm bored at work, I'm professionally unfulfilled, and I'm on a fucking diet.
Fuck the lot of you.