Wishing Stones

It was a lovely sunny day so we enjoyed the garden and the beach. There are still lots of ladybirds and butterflies and as I sat in my garden chair I watched a couple of crickets jumping around on the lawn. I could hear a lot of them, but I could only see two.

We went for a walk on the beach and I enjoyed wandering around taking photos. I found my first wishing stone of the holiday too, a wishing stone is one with a hole all the way through - maybe I should buy a lottery ticket tomorrow!

Robbie managed not to be Mr Angry for most of the day, but when it was time to get our evening meal ready he fell out with himself about garlic bread. For some reason he the thought of garlic bread popped into his head and he did the full Rumpelstiltskin dance of rage because (according to him) I will not let him eat it. He can eat what he likes as far as I am concerned, but he will not be coming anywhere near me afterwards! He continued with his man stress while I harboured evil thoughts of putting a whole bulb of garlic into his evening meal, but I restrained myself (this time).

I sent him off for a walk to calm himself down, I'm not sure if he came back happier, but at least he was quieter. Later in the evening he was sorry and he tried to get back into my good books buy showing me pictures in one of his new railway books - of train toilets!! Help!

Horns and a Tail!

Robbie has been totally horrible all weekend, he went down to make a cup of tea on Saturday morning and came back with horns and a tail! He thumped and clattered around all day and as I wasn't feeling very well, I really didn't have the energy to be bothered with him. He was just as bad this morning, but thankfully he went out to take his frustration out on the garden and left me in relative peace to get on with my work. He declined a trip to Tesco's so I went without him, then he turned down a visit to my mum's so I went without him again. He waited until I had got to mum's then rang me to complain that I had gone without him apparently when he said no what he actually meant was yes. I have always known he was in touch with his feminine side, but that is ridiculous!

By 9pm this evening he decided to speak to me again. It began with a 'do you know' then he went on to ask me about the most frequent and least frequent causes of death in the Miss Marple books by Agatha Christie. As soon as I had answered his questions on crime fiction he embarked on a whole series of facts about the shipping forecast areas, and I found myself wishing for silence. It seems he bought himself a book called Shott's Original Miscellany when he went out yesterday. I managed to silence him with a stern look, but his colleagues better watch out because the book is small enough to slip into his briefcase and it is bursting with enough facts to keep Robbie talking for weeks!

The Cossack Dance 14.02.07

Valentine cards for Robbie? You will be making him big headed! To be honest if you had told me that this morning I would have paid whoever sent the cards to come and take him off my hands - but more of that later! If he does have a harem of women (well I assume they are women, with that gay walk you can never be sure!) sending him valentine cards I better put him on a course of vitamins to keep his energy levels up!

Bad Walsall Woman, you have him completely freaked out, he doesn't know who you are! Kempoian, Robbie says you are just trying to get him into trouble, surely you realise he can (and often does) do that all by himself!! Sheffield rocks, I used to work there (in Nether Edge) in the dim distant past, lovely accent, a few nice men and a really nice area. I had worked in Dundee just before that and when my mum heard how that odd combination had influenced my accent she nearly had a fit. She said she hadn't paid good money all those years for me to end up speaking like that. I moved to Plymouth next and hated it, so despite marrying a Cornishman my accent gradually reverted to something that passes for normal.

Now to explain this morning's upset. We got up in good time and Robbie had as long as he needed in the bathroom, so things were going well. Considering they only have fractionally more to wash than women, I can't understand why men need to take so long in the bathroom!

The trouble started when we got to the station, Robbie went to get the parking ticket. I realised that he had brought his rucksack, I attempted to lift it and found that it contained a hundredweight of work documents as well as, diary, i pod, magazines, snacks and all the 'essentials' to deal with any conceivable railway emergency! Samuel has an unhealthy attachment to his rucksack too, he hates to be parted from it, but he has Asperger's Syndrome, Robbie is allegedly normal!

I took his i pod, pager and sweets out of his rucksack and put them in my handbag. When he returned I refused to let him take his rucksack. He would look ridiculous with a suit and a rucksack, I didn't want him to look like a Sherpa! Robbie went mad and had a full scale tantrum in the car park. I won the first round and he thundered off with what I can only describe as a cross between a stomp and a shuffle - if it had been speeded up it would have looked like a Cossack dance! He was impossible and he continued the argument on the train, I was tempted to tip my hot chocolate over him, but it was too expensive to waste. It took him until almost lunchtime to recover his temper - so much for Valentine's Day!

The university visit went well, I would be happy for Emily to go to Leicester, but she will make her own decision in due course.