I always like it when Mrs No7 eats her favourite fruit a pear. Then I can say “MrsNo7, what a lovely pear you have”
My Mrs gets the right hump with me for saying stuff like that all the time, but the second I don't act like a pissed up Sid James she's convinced I want a divorce
Maybe that explains a lot about our previous transfer windows. "We thought we put a bid in for Gakpo. Turns out we ordered a pizza by mistake."