Spotty Dog 27.09.2007

Robbie is still walking like Spotty Dog from the Woodentops after his fall yesterday morning. He is feeling battered and bruised and his grazed hands prevented him from doing the washing up last night - I must make sure that I buy him some washing up gloves today! He headed to work this morning in his only remaining pair of suit trousers, making a huge effort to stay upright. I told him to order some new trousers today in case anything happens to his last pair of trousers - I am not sure the world of work is ready for the sight of Robbie in shorts (or worse!).

A few months ago he was 'economised' and now he takes his own travel mug of latte on the train with him. He adapted to the change well, but he misses his women at the coffee shop! Knowing how resistant he is to even the most simple change I was unsure when I saw Douwe Egberts latte on offer at the supermarket, but I took the risk of changing brand. I wish I hadn't, he talked for over 10 minutes this morning about exactly how many spoonfuls would make the perfect mug of coffee - help!

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!