Last Sunday afternoon I was on my knees squeegying my S-bend when I heard the roar of footie fans (Portsmouth v Southampton) on the TV.
I hate football and know absolutely nothing about it dear.
But I couldn’t be bothered to wriggle my cute chassis out from under the lavatory pan to change the channel.
And then – slap my thigh – I got interested, probably because it was Portsmouth playing.
I was fascinated with all the singing and chanting.
What amazing supporters Pompey have.
In the second half, a bit bored with the beautiful game, I hopped into the bath.
Splashing around in the bubbles, I suddenly found myself singing at the top of my voice ‘Play Up Pompey’.
Aargh...someone knit me a blue and white scarf.