Wife: "We're not doing anything spring bank weekend are we? It's just that I've been invited on a hen do so can you look after the little one all weekend?" Me: "Hmmm. It's playoffs...." Wife: "But aren't we bottom of the league?" Me: "Yeah, but we've got a game in hand" Wife: (pulls that face that says "seriously?") Me: (pauses) "Yer right, it'll be fine, we're never going to make it" Wife: "You sure, I don't want to hear about it if they get there..." Me: "Nah, you go, it'd take a miracle..."
Don't stress it man, the lads will be on the beach by then having gained automatic promotion on the last day at Wigan in front of a huge Red army. Just keep Mrs Ark104 (v2) sweet and score loads of browny points.
So it looks like I won't be going to the final. Haven't got a babysitter option that I'd be comfortable with for the amount of time needed for a full day in London. Gutted but different priorities these days. Give em a shout for me.
I can double top trump you. Missed the first leg semi due to an anniversary meal booked back in December as we were bottom (luckily the hotel room did have sky sports) then not long after wife said why dont we go up to the lakes with the kids spring bank weekend as we have nothing arranged for then. yes love that'll be fine. currently punching myself in the face.