Saturday was our first day off since getting back from holiday, we had loads to do but we didn't do any of it so we have a busy Sunday ahead!
We had a nice lazy and quirky Saturday - any day with Robbie ends up being quirky. I didn't wake up very early and it was lovely to cuddle up to Robbie and know for once that we didn't have to rush. Robbie (always a creature of habit) paused during an intimate moment to share one of his random snippets of information. According to Robbie you can only use 420 characters when updating your Facebook status. It left me feeling rather anxious, I don't want every aspect of my life to become a Facebook update!!
A trip to Morrisons proved more challenging than usual. I have done something to my ankle and I was struggling to walk. Thankfully Robbie was walking quite well (but still in pain) otherwise it would have looked very odd with us both limping. We treated ourselves to a meal at Morrisons and in a weak moment I agreed to let Robbie have a curry - I hate curry! All went well until later in the day when he came bounding across the room to give me a kiss. He had scary breath and I sent him off to the other side of the room for the rest of the day.
We still managed to have fun at a distance. Robbie wanted me to listen to a voice message from his cousin in America. They found each other through a family history site and they get on extremely well. I knew what she looked like but until yesterday I didn't know what she sounded like (except for Robbie's very inaccurate rendition of the way she says his name). It was really interesting to listen to her talking about ordinary day to day things, well most of it was ordinary, one or two things were so random that they were worthy of Robbie. Clearly they share a randomness gene, but in her case it seemed much more controlled. One nice surprise was her voice, it was lovely and very easy to understand. I don't know why that came as a surprise, I guess we are exposed to a few scary American accents on television and I just seem to expect that American women either sound like Marge Simpson or Minnie Mouse. Anyway she had a very nice speaking voice and a lovely accent, but I couldn't help wondering what she makes of Robbie's accent. He says that she has no trouble understanding him, I doubt that somehow - but maybe the family connection helps.
'Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.' Maya Angelou
Laura had a lovely birthday with lots of nice presents, I will write more about that later. This morning my post is about going out for a meal last night. We had all agreed to go to Aroma, a Chinese restaurant where you can help yourself to whatever you want. Robbie saw this as a challenge and he managed about three plates of main course food and about the same of afters, by then the rest of us had admitted defeat and had given up on eating in favour of people watching (great fun) so we didn't notice Robbie sneak away from the table again. I was speechless when he came back with a huge plate of curry and I couldn't imagine how he could eat anything else, but he made short work of it. He admitted to feeling full after that and we hurried him home before he made himself ill by eating more food. I don't think he will need to eat again for a couple of days!
We have the oddest problem at home. It has become so bad that I think we are being haunted - by a smell. No, I'm not talking about the pungent smell of fox after Megan has rolled in her favourite brand of poo, actually she prefers tortoise poo, but that is seasonal. The smell in question is an unmistakable odour of curry that occurs in our hall close to the radiator and the lounge door frame. Some days it is hardly noticeable, but on other days it overwhelming.
I have ruled out all sorts of possible causes, there is no spilled food and we don't eat curry anyway, there is no smell in the carpet and there is no odour creeping under the front door from outside - I have never smelled curry outside so that is not likely. Sam assures me that it is not caused by one of his practical jokes, there is no smell coming from inside the radiator and I have even delved into Robbie's briefcase in case something was festering in there. It seems there is no rational explanation, so we have to consider more bizarre possibilities. Maybe it is a case for Mulder and Scully! Perhaps we have a curry eating ghost in the hall - unlikely I know, but I can't think of anything else! I can't imagine why a self respecting ghost would loiter in the hall when he or she could be relaxing in the lounge watching TV.
This has been going on for months with no solution. It drives me mad because I hate the smell of curry - as Robbie has found to his cost. I can't bear strong smells especially garlic and curry, I don't like onion either, he can eat whatever he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. He isn't too fond of the sofa, so he tends to avoid smelly food most of the time. He used to try to fool me by eating mints, but I have a nose like a bloodhound and he soon realised that I am not easily fooled.
I guess we have to learn to live with our 'ghostly' smell, unless anyone has any suggestions to resolve the problem?
