I married a football zombie

Here's a rather musty and old sketch of the husband and I, made in a rare, moony, romantic frame of mind. It's stuck to my fridge with magnets and I thought I should take it down from its current pedestal and cast it into the blogosphere.In retrospect, I see that I have been rather cliche with the romanticism (gees, like who sits around and looks into the sunset?!). Do observe the football perched plonk in the middle. I am going to smile and say this is a lovely menage a trois, and try and wrestle the remote back!