Too many Peroni's on Friday night at a works do.
On Saturday the whole family were down in London, popped out at 3 and locked myself out. Nowhere else to go but the pub. Told her what I'd done, where I was and she said she'd be back at 6. Got into a a session of dominoes though and staggered back about half eleven.
The kennel door was opened and I was shown the way in, so to speak.
At one on Sunday afternoon broke out of the dog house and went down to watch the lads. Stayed for the semi-final.
Went home, climbed back into the doghouse. Still in it.