He Got The Call!

It has been almost a week since I last wrote the blog. Robbie and I have had time off work together and it has been really special, we have had such a good time that the blog just had to wait! So I have a bit of catching up to do...........


Saturday
I was determined that I would not let the day slip through my fingers as so often happens on a Saturday, so I set my alarm to wake me up at a reasonable hour and I made my mind up to enjoy the day to the full. The alarm went off and as soon as I popped my head out from under the covers I knew that it was distinctly chilly. I managed a brief dash to the bathroom before retreating back under the covers. It was nice to sit in bed snug and warm with my laptop while listening to the radio. There is something very special about the luxury of time and the freedom to do whatever floats your boat. In my life, time is a rare commodity so it is extra special to have days of total freedom stretching ahead of me. Robbie made good use of his time - snuggled under the covers exploring the land of nod!


After a very enjoyable morning and a lazy lunch the phone rang and Robbie's eyes lit up when he realised who was calling. It was the optician to tell him that his new glasses were ready for collection. I have never seen him move so fast, one minute he had been trotting around the house in his 'smalls' Homer style, the next he was 'fully booted and spurred' and ready to go and collect his glasses. We rarely go to town on a Saturday (I don't cope well with crowded places) but it was a very pleasant couple of hours. Robbie's choice of glasses was fairly reserved by his standards, both pairs have a little hint of the unconventional, but you have to look carefully to spot it. Once we'd collected the glasses we had time to visit the bookshop and then enjoy a visit to Costa. 

On the way home Robbie spotted a sign for a shop that sells vinyl records. The excitement was almost too much for him, it was too late to visit the shop that day but it is high on his 'to do' list for the week ahead. 

Good Advice - Keep Your Mouth Shut!

Sometimes I wonder about my fellow human beings, they say and do some really stupid things at times, if only they would stop and think first! At the checkout in a toyshop a 'normal' looking woman began shouting at a member of staff. She had bought a dolls twin buggy and was complaining that the shop did not sell twin dolls. The member of staff explained to her that she could buy two identical dolls of her choice, or she could choose dolls with the same features but different outfits, or even a boy and a girl doll from the same range! The woman continued to shout and swear and insisted that it would be no good unless it said 'twin' on the box!! 


'Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent' Proverbs 17.28 

In the same toy shop I spotted a display of Smurf figures. It reminded me of visiting Roy's Toys in Wroxham with Robbie, when he saw the Smurfs he was so excited that he practically jumped up and down and begged to buy one. Anyway, I was looking at a box containing a set of Smurfs and I realised how closely they represented the many faces of Robbie. Before he takes offence I'd better explain. There is one with (almost) Robbie type glasses carrying a book, it reminds me of the countless times he says "Did you know ..........................." There is one with red trousers (enough said on that subject in my recent post), there is one with a daft grin and one with his arms folded looking very moody. Even the one in the kilt reminds me of Robbie because he never misses an opportunity to show off the Burgess legs! There is also a female Smurf (Smurfette) I am not suggesting that Robbie is a closet tranny, of course not, he has no problem being in touch with his feminine side. He often tells me that he was just as happy to play with Barbie dolls with his cousin as to play with his beloved Tonka toys. I tried to make sure that my own children were brought up in the same way. 

So which of those Smurfs is my favourite? that is easy, it has to be Grouchy because that expression is so like Robbie when he has a strop! 

Two Tone

I am short sighted, I wear contact lenses, but in the mornings I manage fine around the house without needing to see anything clearly. In fact it can be a benefit not to see things in detail, the lurid colours of Robbie's socks are too much to cope with early in the morning. If I have to drive to give someone a lift or whatever, I wear my glasses and then take them off again when I get back. That explains how I managed to let Robbie out of the house improperly dressed yesterday - when he got to work he found that he was wearing his black suit trousers and his charcoal grey suit jacket! I will have to do what I used to do with the children and check him over before I let him out of the house in the mornings.

Mr Bump 07.01.08

Robbie has been stress testing the tarmac again. He fell over on his way out of work and wrote off yet another pair of suit trousers; perhaps he is the victim of a plot by M&S to boost their profits! At this rate he really will be going to work in his PJ's! Actually he hurt himself quite badly, he has a big cut on his leg, a swollen hand, a very painful arm and he is feeling rather battered and bruised. Every time he moves he gives a little yelp of pain followed buy an assortment of expletives. By tomorrow he will be so stiff that he will be walking like Spotty Dog! It worries me, he fell into the road this time and he could so easily have been run over, we have to find a way of keep his feet firmly planted on the ground. Maybe diving boots would solve the problem! This time his beloved Dr Marten Chelsea boots got the blame, apparently the sole has too much wear, so tonight he will be online ordering more trousers and looking for a new pair of boots. The lengths some people will go to buy new shoes!! Thankfully his glasses survived unscathed otherwise we would be taking out a second mortgage and he would have devastated because he loves his 'Robbie' glasses even more than his Dr Martens.

No Pain, No Gain! 07.07.07

Robbie is far more interested in clothes, fashion (Robbie style), shoes and accessories than I am. He is not a man who adapts to change easily, but he has undergone almost a head to toe change since we have been together. Actually his head and his feet are probably the most unique parts of this determinedly idiosyncratic man. Who else would wear glasses like that! He is the proud owner of odd feet, no I am not being unkind, they are odd. One is size 6 and the other is size 9 1/2 so it does limit his choice of footwear, but I'm sure he would still be obsessed with Dr Martens even if he possessed perfectly matched trotters.
He will use a face mask, put up with various facial treatments but there are a couple of things that he absolutely refuses to allow. I can almost understand why he refuses to deal with his grey hair, but his eyebrows are a different matter. He has this monobrow thing going on and It could be remedied quickly and easily but he won't hear of it. He is happy enough to pluck my eyebrows for me but when it comes to his he is scared of a little bit of pain. I even offered to do it the quick way with one of those strip things that you rip off but he would rather look like something out of Futurama than endure a bit of short lived pain.
http://www.monobrow.com/

White Knuckle Ride 20.02.07

One of the things that Sam and Robbie have in common is there ability to take you on a white knuckle ride through the English language. Just when you think you are heading in one direction you are suddenly careering out of control on a totally different track.

Sam goes back to school tomorrow after half term, so being a typical man he was busy dashing off some last minute homework this afternoon. He told me it was English homework and he went on to explain that he needed to finish on a cliff-hanger, but he was having difficulty finding the cliff!!

This evening I was busy typing a letter when I became dimly aware of Laura and Robbie talking about underwear. Suddenly Robbie turned to me with a magazine in his hand and said "I know these are women's, but I wouldn't mind some of these". I could feel my hair standing on end, was my husband telling me he was a tranny. No, he had simply changed subject mid sentence and he was showing me some truly hideous spectacles!

When Robbie came home from work this evening we shared a brief intimate moment and Robbie manage to swerve mid sentence from us to a two minute discrepancy in his train timetable for May. He followed this up with a brief explanation of difficult periods - I knew he was in touch with his feminine side but this was over the top even for him! Guess what, we were back on timetable problems again.