Went to Birmingham on Friday. I rather like Birmingham; well, it’s an improvement on Luton! Rob wanted to see the Badminton championships so I tagged along.

I am never going to complain about badminton players again! I thought I got lucky, but no. That’s what badminton players look like. *drools* Rob obviously thought so too. I told him he could have the Polish girls if I could have the Danish guys.

“But they’re really old! They’re the oldest ones here… Wait, you like older men?”
“One day you will be very grateful for that.”
“But I’m not now!”

He’s fairly easy to sleep next to, is the boyfriend. Doesn’t move about a lot, doesn’t snore much (& stops when you poke him), but Saturday night was just weird. I was woken at about five by the bathroom door being taken by a draught & slamming shut every few seconds. As I got back into bed after shutting it, this cheery little voice said “Night!”
“What?”
“Night!” He was fast asleep. He still doesn’t remember doing it.

And they had the St Patrick’s Day parade while we were there. It was awesome! They brought the Gaelic Football cup over from Ireland.

That said, if I ever have to watch six straight hours of badminton again, I’ll kill someone.