Robbie is still walking like Spotty Dog from the Woodentops after his fall yesterday morning. He is feeling battered and bruised and his grazed hands prevented him from doing the washing up last night - I must make sure that I buy him some washing up gloves today! He headed to work this morning in his only remaining pair of suit trousers, making a huge effort to stay upright. I told him to order some new trousers today in case anything happens to his last pair of trousers - I am not sure the world of work is ready for the sight of Robbie in shorts (or worse!).
A few months ago he was 'economised' and now he takes his own travel mug of latte on the train with him. He adapted to the change well, but he misses his women at the coffee shop! Knowing how resistant he is to even the most simple change I was unsure when I saw Douwe Egberts latte on offer at the supermarket, but I took the risk of changing brand. I wish I hadn't, he talked for over 10 minutes this morning about exactly how many spoonfuls would make the perfect mug of coffee - help!
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