Thankfully found Robbie on the concourse and tucked in with his lot for the second half. Bringing back awful memories of a few seasons ago as well. Being a ballsy woman at the match is never easy, despite it being 2025.

Ended up shaking in the toilet at half time because he didn’t stop. I was called every name under the sun. No one else stepped in. Seriously, wise up.

Turncoat.

Happy to just be looking out of the window for the oncoming storm tbh 🙃

It’s like a fun double click reveal now, reading your posts

Bluesky really on your back with this one.

Comes in waves doesn’t it, for us at least. It’s so easy to forget because the discourse moves on.

No highlights = serious Hugo time

Also for pudding… this shit is consistently on offer in Tesco Park Road, probably because it’s just me buying it.