Monday morning....

....and I feel like a ten tonne truck has just had a go at me. Could always be a delayed reaction to my indulgences on Saturday after the bizarre 90 minutes spent with my beloved I suppose. Jeez now that was a mare. For only the second time in my entire life I walked out of a football match before the end.  

Well, tell a lie, I needed a pit stop at the ladies and extra time was dragging on so initially I had rushed out for that, but was feeling so frustrated I carried on walking right out of the stadium. Feeling like a total loser and a rubbish unsupportive fan from the SECOND I got through the gate I had a change of heart and turned around. I stood a few rows down near the entrance, screamed at the boys for mercy and, what do you know, ten seconds later we had one thundered straight in the back of the net. What a bloody relief. Not only was I suffering come Saturday from lack of sunshine and blue sky (oh - and one almighty homecoming hangover from my get together on Thursday with Rubbergirl) but a loss to Aston Villa at home could have finished me off and sent me home for hibernation....

So, Arsenal lead the Premiership, albeit by an extremely fine line, but, thank you very much Mr Mark Lawrenson yes I heard you have been gobbing off AGAIN! - we have had an amazing season considering we were written off before we even started. HEY! And guess what! Not a peep out of ANY Chelsea fans this season, woooohooooooooooooo now there's a turn up for the books!

Right, I'm off to roll around and play with my pussy. Later folks. X