Robbie had to leave early for his railway open day on Saturday because there are no trains to Birmingham after about 9am, and the prospect of making the journey by coach did not fill Robbie with enthusiasm. Sam also had to get up early because he was going out wit Emily's boyfriend Sean. Robbie promised to get Sam organised and to be very quiet so that he didn't wake me up. I guess he fulfilled half of that promise because Sam was ready on time. Not waking me up turned out to be an impossible dream. If the Grand old Duke of York had marched all of his ten thousand men across the bed and back again I couldn't possibly have been more disturbed than I was by Robbie searching for his favourite pair of pants! Apparently he could not possibly go to a railway open day in the wrong pants! He was moaning and sighing with frustration and clattering around the room, once he had found his pants we had the same ordeal with the T shirt and the socks, then he started the whole process again looking for his jacket, I believe it was at this point that I promised he would be a soprano if he didn't leave NOW! He took a different jacket. He had got up on time, but he had fallen asleep downstairs hence the panic.
I enjoyed a lovely peaceful day working on my family tree, Robbie didn't get home until after 7pm. He had only been back for about ten minutes before I had to ask him to shut up! The whole point of him going to the open day and me staying at home was that I wasn't interested, but Robbie never seems to get the message.
It was almost midnight when I went to bed and I was still awake when Robbie emerged from the bathroom and landed on the bed with a thud. He cuddled up to me and promised me his undivided attention, but with minutes he was snoring steadily. I settled down to sleep but Robbie grabbed the duvet and turned over, leaving me with hardly any covers. This was the last straw and I gave him a meaningful prod, after an exchange of words he stood up on the bed, grabbed the duvet, shook it and spread it more equally across the bed. I was furious because he had made the bed cold, so I turned my back on him. He seemed to be crawling around the bed and the next thing I knew a DVD began to describe the plight of the railways in Germany after the war and the subsequent reconstruction. By this time it was 12.30am and I was not amused. Next there was something about catering, I think they were celebrating 100 years of railway catering but I must have dozed off because I woke with a start to find Jimmy Savile in my bedroom, talking to me about the convenience of rail travel, I was now ready to harm Robbie, but he was fast asleep and snoring. He woke with a start when I pinched his rear end and he obediently crawled down the bed to exterminate Jimmy Savile. He is still not entirely forgiven!
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