David Beckham - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 25 January 2009

Well I ended up in the hospital emergency where they managed to get my superglued slippers off (when they had stopped laughing that is).

It hurt quite a lot and it was painful to walk afterwards, and I wondered if I would ever be able to kick a ball straight again, then I remembered I couldn't kick a ball straight anyway lately.

When we got home we went straight to bed to carry on where we left off. Unfortunately I got a bit carried away and I shouted out 'Rebecca' a couple of times and got a smacking from Posh who ended the session.

Next morning was a bit strained at breakfast, and we ate our cornflakes and caviar sandwiches in silence.

I decided to say sorry by means of a special lunch and went off to find the food processor, and then remembered it was his day off. So it looks like it will have to be a chinese again. (I don't want a vindaloo after what happened last time).

I phoned out for a chinese to be delivered and 15 minutes after, the door buzzer went and it was Macaulay Culkin with our meal. I didn't invite him. I just ordered the chinese. Strange life.