When I got home last night Robbie was rambling on (and on, and on .........) about his train timetables and something or other that didn't work. It didn't seem like the end of the world to me, but judging by his fury, it mattered to him. I sometimes think when he goes to work they wind him up and watch him go, OK I know it is funny sometimes, but I really don't appreciate it when they send him home fully wound! I don't want him still rambling on about timetables at midnight!
Robbie is feeling really poorly this morning, I had to send him back to bed because he is feeling sick and he turned a lurid shade of green when he tried to get ready for work.
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