This morning I was feeling a little unwell, and I sat up in bed and glanced at a book to distract myself from feeling off colour. Robbie asked what was wrong and I told him, he rolled over and was instantly asleep. Later when I was feeling better he cuddled up to me and said that he didn't know what to do to make me feel better so he went back to sleep. I couldn't help laughing out loud, I think that is what you call male logic!
In an attempt to make amends for his earlier neglect he got out an old version of Bakers Rail Atlas and embarked on an exhaustive (and exhausting) lecture on the changing use of Rugby station over the years. I thought he was finally concluding the monologue when he jumped out of bed and retrieved another book and I realised that there was only one solution. The book was called Changing Tracks and it contained a frightening number of photos of stations mostly in the midlands area. I gave up and surrendered to sleep, Robbie could cut the NHS bill for sleeping tablets dramatically! He must have got the message because a few minutes later I opened my eyes to find that he had also nodded off. I thought I had finally got his attention when he cuddled up to me, but he spoiled it, by asking me if The Now Show was still running on Radio 4! I should be used to him spoiling the moment by now, but it always surprises me.
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Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
A Load of Bull 27.02.07
I work in Rugby and on Monday this week our mind numbingly boring training course about finance software was disturbed by the distinctive sound of the police helicopter. It sounded as if it was hovering over our building and I secretly wished they were coming to arrest our uninspiring course leader for mental cruelty. The truth proved even more bizarre. A bull had broken free from the cattle market and it was loose in the street not far from our offices. A man was badly injured as it escaped and he had to be airlifted to hospital. The bull decided it was time to leave town and it headed for the station. Apparently it got as far as a platform before deciding that it didn't like what it found and heading back to the relative sanity of the cattle market. Perhaps he was put off by the exorbitant cost of rail travel!
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