Alright, let me tell you about that Liverpool versus Leicester City thing. It wasn’t about the game itself for me, not really. It turned into one of those days, you know?
I had it all planned out. Simple plan. Finish work, grab some food, sit down, and watch the match. Maybe have a small flutter, nothing serious, just for a bit of interest. Looked forward to it all week, a bit of escape.
The Best Laid Plans…
So, I get home. Everything’s quiet. Perfect. I grab a beer from the fridge, sort out some chips. The TV goes on, ready for the pre-match stuff. Then the phone rings. It’s the neighbour, old Mrs. Higgins. Bless her, but her timing is usually awful.
Turns out, her cat, Whiskers, decided to climb the big oak tree at the end of her garden. And, naturally, couldn’t get down. She was in a right state. Now, I’m no firefighter, but she sounded properly panicked.
What do you do?
You can’t just ignore it, can you? Especially not Mrs. Higgins. So, I sigh, put my beer down, tell the TV I’ll be back, and head over there.
- First, I tried calling it down. Whiskers just looked at me like I was an idiot.
- Then, I tried shaking a bag of treats. Still nothing. Stubborn animal.
- Thought about getting a ladder, but hers looked ancient, probably older than me. Not risking my neck.
- Ended up trying to coax it onto a lower branch with a long sweeping brush. Took ages.
By the time Whiskers finally decided to make a move and scrambled down, most of the first half was gone. I could hear faint cheers from other houses now and then. Felt like I was missing everything.
Back to the Sofa (Eventually)
Got back inside, feeling like I’d done a workout. Plopped onto the sofa just as the second half kicked off. My beer was warm, chips were cold. Typical.
Tried to get into the game, but my head was still buzzing from the cat rescue mission. Kept thinking about Mrs. Higgins and that daft cat. Then I started wondering if I’d locked my back door properly when I rushed out.
Honestly, the rest of the match is a blur. Think Liverpool scored, maybe Leicester too? Couldn’t really focus. It just wasn’t the relaxing evening I’d planned.
So yeah, Liverpool contra Leicester. For me, it was mostly about an old lady and a stupid cat up a tree. That’s how these things go sometimes, don’t they? You plan for one thing, and life just throws something else at you. Ended up knackered, missed most of the action, and my snacks were ruined. Still, neighbourly duty done, I suppose. Just wish Whiskers would time his adventures better next time.
