boozer... bozo... Language alert (using the F word)

Explanation for the question below....

I worked yesterday morning, then had a brownie event in the afternoon. My boyfriend was out watching Wales play rugby. I hurried to meet him because I LURVE Wales playing rugby. They won by the way. After the Wales match though the boys wanted to watch the Scotland match AND the England match. It was about half 9 when we left.

I was pissed off because my boyfriend went to sleep in the bar, which winds me up. It also concerned his friend who tried to tell him it's not normal.

We headed out to go home (pretty early but he and his pal had been out since 2pm watching WALES BEAT ITALY in the Six Nations rugby tournament). I knew we needed taxi money and he was clearly not capable of putting a card in a slot himself so I asked for his bank card (I had been unable to find mine for a few days), then headed off to the cashpoint. I had his pin number.

I entered the pin twice... sure it was correct. The cashpoint disagreed. I know he has 2 pins, so I then tried his other pin number. It didn't work either. The cash machine rejected the card... so I looked at it. HE HAD GIVEN ME MY CARD! No wonder I couldn't find it.

I then went back to get his card. He said that he had given it to me in the pub. This is true - I had used it to buy a round of drinks. I remembered giving it back.

He denied this - he repeatedly stated that I still had it. I emptied my bag. I went back into the pub and asked if anyone had handed a card in. I came back out (pretty irritated) and made him go through his pockets and wallet. Meanwhile his pal was egging him on - my favourite phrase was 'Go on ___, Prove the fucker wrong!'. So while I was turning to his friend to say 'Prove the WHAT wrong.... The FUCKER? Are you calling me a FUCKER?!' my boyfriend pulled the card out of HIS WALLET. Of all places to find a bank card...

So I went off to the cashpoint. When I got back they had both been to the takeaway shop, which sells all sorts of food. It is at the bottom of the street I stayed on for years while I was a student. I know this shop well!

They had bought food - but nothing for me. It just hadn't occurred to my boyfriend. Not overly surprising as he was hammered. He hadn't even got share-able food (like pakora). It would be more forgiveable if I hadn't met them after finishing work at 4pm having worked straight through from 9am and had whinged about being hungry when I arrived in the pub.

AAAAAGH.

When I pointed out to him that I'd been hungry he said 'oh well - there are bagels in the house'. No remorse.

AAGH. GRR... I was mad.

When we got in he started to drop off on the sofa so I told him he should go to bed. I didn't feel like joining him so I slept on the sofa.