I was telling Mrs USH about the desperate performance of today

And my general sense of disillusionment with this season. She asked me where we are in the league, so I showed her. She reckons I’m a self entitled whiny t**t and I need to grow a pair and stop pissing the mattress.

This is the kind of frank exchange of views, honestly given and well intended, that I love so much about her and our relationship.

Posted By: Under soil heating, Oct 8, 21:34:35