This.
I'm completely and utterly dreading it.
My mate from work is having her son's christening while the match is on and said she understood I'd want to go to the match, so we agreed I wouldn't go. Now I wish I'd said I'd go to the christening, at least then I'd have a nice day out too look forward to.
URGGH!
Dunno. Think her husband's a bit pussywhipped like.
What on Earth is wrong with her?