Said to the missus, "the football's starting back soon".
"Thats good" code for thank f**k I'll get rid of him on a Saturday afternoon.
"I'm thinking of flying over to Campbeltown to take in a match, maybe stay the night and fly back on the Sunday".
Silence.
30 minutes later "did you say something earlier about flying to Clydebank?".
Me hen, naw.