Ebay as Performance Art! 23.01.07

Robbie is in one of those 'did you know' moods tonight. It is almost 10.30pm and he is going on about the difference between 4 pints and 4 litres, I don't really care, I just know it is a large bottle of milk. Milk consumption has been a bit of an issue recently, we are getting through loads of milk because Sam has developed an obsession with sugar puffs, he is on his third box since last Thursday! It won't last, he will have moved on to another obsession by next week. Sam complained bitterly about his evening meal, he said he was given lamb so often that he would turn into a sheep. He has had lamb once since Christmas, today's meal was pork! He has turned exaggeration into an art form.

Robbie is having an hour on ebay before bed, that's fine by me, but I wish he wouldn't read stuff out to me all the time. He has become the voice of ebay, he reads the listings out with great enthusiasm, but you really have to look at ebay, having it read out loud randomly has much the same effect as reading the telephone directory out loud - it really isn't intended for performance art. If reading out loud to me is not enough to stop me concentrating on what I am doing he sends me links to photos of fictitious liveries every five minutes too. Robbie knows exactly what he is doing, because eventually I give up and go to bed which is precisely what he intended to happen!

Stormy Forecast 09.01.07

I despair of Robbie. He will be 35 in a couple of months, but when it comes to understanding women he is absolutely clueless. He has noticed that I am feeling a little 'cool' this evening, I think most people could work out why, but not Robbie! We were having a cuddle when I noticed his eyes stray towards the clock. He said 'Oh no!' and pulled away from me as if I had suddenly developed leprosy. I assumed that it must have been something really important to provoke a reaction like that, but he explained that he was upset because he had missed the end of an ebay auction. He wasn't even bidding on a train, it was only a book about the shipping forecast! That certainly illustrated where I come in his list of priorities. Maybe the next time I notice it, I will tell him that the bedroom ceiling needs painting, then we will see how he feels.

Actually the prospect of Robbie armed with a paint brush running amok in the bedroom is sufficient incentive for me to keep my observations to myself, but you get the idea! Robbie eventually noticed that I wasn't overjoyed about coming a poor second to ebay, but his reaction just made matters worse. He remained glued to his laptop and read to me from a web site that had caught his eye. It was the Encyclopaedia of Modern Traction Names - scintillating!! At least it showed me how to get Robbie to understand women, the only way to get his attention would be to write the instructions on the side of a train!!