I've had a
zombified, slow-mo week but I didn't really mind as it was payment for a great
day out with my partner. On Bank Holiday
Monday my partner and I went to see Chelsea v Manchester United. He had managed to get the tickets from some
guy at work that was unable to make it and the stadium is close to where we
live. My partner is Italian, so he does
not support either team (he’s an Inter Milan fan) but he enjoys going to see
live matches. I wasn't really looking
forward to going as I’m not really a football fan but I was adamant that I
would go. We hardly ever do anything as
a couple anymore, what with me always being ill and he really wanted us to go.
