Confession Time

They say that confession is good for the soul, if that is true Robbie's soul should be in tip top form because he certainly gets himself into some scrapes and he has had to do a lot more confessing than most. His latest confession isn't such a big deal really, he bought himself a netbook without telling me then when he got it he couldn't pluck up the courage to tell me so for the last couple of months he has had to keep it hidden and he couldn't use it. I feel sad that he couldn't tell me, it is fairly trivial really compared to some of the things that I have had to get my head around, but I am so glad that in the end he told me rather than me having to drag the truth out of him. The bottom line is that I love him and nothing can change that, especially something as unimportant as a netbook. We are making up for lost time, since his 'confession' we've had loads of fun with the netbook.

Confession Time

Yesterday Robbie rang me at about 8.30am, he usually phones at around that time. He said that he was in London and he wanted to say hello before dashing off to his meeting in Cambridge. I asked him how long his journey to Cambridge would take in total, it was an innocent enough question but t elicited some interesting confessions from Robbie. First came the rather sheepish question "What, including breakfast and meeting friends?" He had been to visit his old friends at Euston, and apparently his three Weetabix wasn't sufficient to sustain him until lunch so he had to have a second breakfast! Then came the confession, he made me get up in the middle of the night and miss the end of my dream because he wanted to go on a Voyager! He could have travelled over an hour later but the lure of the diesel apparently justified the early start! In an attempt to distract me he told me what we could have for breakfast when we go on a Pendolino. That man, if he isn't thinking about trains he is thinking about food!!