Spoiling the Moment

Robbie was in so much pain on Friday evening that he didn't know what to do with himself, I wish I could make it easier for him, but nothing seems to help. On Saturday morning we enjoyed a lazy start to the morning cuddled up listening to the radio. For once I had Robbie's undivided attention, but he managed to spoil the moment by telling me the price of season tickets to Birmingham from various random places. Why would anyone want to go to Birmingham anyway!

We had a nice afternoon, we went to the park and to the museum in the park, Robbie's legs were hurting him and he had to stop a couple of times but we didn't let it spoil the day. I think his favourite exhibits were a nameplate for a railway engine and a Bassett-Lowke model train, there was a mettoy train set too. I love having him at home at the weekend but perhaps it is a good thing that the weekend is only two days because he wears me out!

Customer Service 01.07.07

We went to renew Robbie's season ticket today. What a performance, the first member of staff was friendly but quite new and wouldn't even attempt to issue a priv season ticket, the second was clearly part of the furniture, full of opinions but clearly there was nothing holding his ears apart. He didn't have a clue, he even asked why Robbie couldn't issue his own ticket if he worked for a railway company!!! The demise of Silverlink will be a huge relief to those of us who have to endure what they dare to call customer service.

On a lighter note, I met one of Robbie's women today - another one. He seems to have his own fan club with admirers stashed away in the most unlikely places, oh well, I have to admire his energy! He claims he just has a naturally friendly personality.

Travel Trouble 06.02.07

Robbie was determined to be back at work today, he made a huge effort to prove that he was walking better yesterday evening. Actually he was walking like Spotty Dog from the wooden tops and all the painkillers were making him rattle, but I was ready to be convinced, the prospect of another day with him in 'Troll mode' was terrifying.

This morning was a bit of a rush, everything seemed to take Robbie a bit longer than usual, but he was OK when he got going. The train was cancelled (yet again!) and he was stranded at the station for an hour in the freezing cold. Then the train was packed to capacity and he had a horrible journey to Birmingham. To add insult to injury he had to pay full fare for the journey because he had forgotten his season ticket. It turned out that he left his season ticket in his shirt pocket last Friday and it has been through the washing machine, so he will have to get it reprinted tomorrow.

He wore that hideous red tie to work today, I detest it, it looks horrible. He was already in my bad books because he was acutely embarrassing last night. Emily's friend came round and we were all sitting in the lounge chatting and laughing, I hardly noticed Robbie slip out of the room, but suddenly he was back and he thrust his page of the calendar right under her nose! The poor girl was lost for words. You simply can't go around frightening eighteen year olds with naked photos of yourself (with or without a bicycle pump!) and some of the other specimens on that calendar could put a girl off men for life!