Bob the Bagman has been in Leeds all day and he will not be home until after 9pm, so we haven't had any opportunity to disagree today. He is back in my good books and fully restored to his usual sunny self.
There really isn't much to tell you today, unless I tell you what he does in his sleep, or about the incident with the brush. The girls wickedly suggested that I should write about my weird taste in men, but maybe one day Robbie will write about that. I don't see why they find it so funny that I like David Attenborough, he's a hero not a pin up!
It will not surprise you to know that Robbie talks in his sleep! Sometimes he does journey enquiries or timetable stuff, but the other night he kept shouting out that he had his hand full, I dread to think what he was dreaming about. He has a little handicap that tends to get him into trouble, he answers questions in his sleep - truthfully! It's amazing! Being a slow learner he still tries to get away with the odd 'porky' but he doesn't get away with it for long.
The incident with the brush was quite funny. He was in a strop and while we were in the car Sam told him that earlier in the day we had brought a new brush. I hasten to add that it cost £4.99 and didn't exactly break the bank, but I could see by his face that he had taken an instant dislike to the brush. I could see him counting on his fingers the reasons why it wouldn't be fit for purpose. I wanted it to pick up dog hairs, it does the job, no problem, but Grumpy spent ages trying it out and disapproving of it. I had to restrain myself from finding a completely different use for the telescopic handle! I don't think he will ever look at that brush without feeling slightly insecure!
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