Half time scores. The hardcore fans were still going wild at every point and we’d joined the five-year-olds in the row in front of us in wondering if it was morally right to still be cheering on the yellow-shirted men wiping the floor with their opponents.
Concerned at our lack of banners, signs or visible arm muscles, cheering paraphenalia were provided with clear instructions on how to use them.
…Including which team to clap to.
Free handball tickets: don’t know the rules, don’t know how long it’s going to take, don’t know if the seats are in the butt-freezing cold rows of the Arena, but they were handing them out at work and people seemed excited.
Dude: They looked bigger before I took them out of the oven.
Dudette: Everything looks bigger before you take it out of the oven.
I am the ghost of puppy past and I require… treats!
Electric whisk. Because the ikea hand whisk cannot handle the concept of mascarpone chocolate mousse.