Blob has been doing secret things late July and early August and i can now reveal that she was in fact looking for another job!
I am not sure what a 'job' entails being of a lazy feline persuasion myself but i understand it to be why my blob vanishes in the morning and doesnt come back til tea time. She apparently hasn't been happy in her 'job' for several months so she went off and looked for a new one.
Well as luck would have it, she has now found a new one.
She will be, starting on the 19th Sept, a Business Applications Specialist for QA, who are the leading IT training company in the UK. She will be based in London and will have to wear a suit for work and not the scruffy jeans she gets away with at the moment.
This is a major change because she has worked for Atkins for 10 long years and has become very 'comfortable' where she is.
And how is she feeling about this major change I hear you ask?
Well she is jumping around the living room in her pants one minute and chewing the skin off her fingers the next.
Honestly there's no pleasing some Blobs.
I shall continue to be a 'house cat' that is a cat that does not work but stays at home and does no cooking or housework or look after non existent children. I was born to the role to be honest!
Bob
Saturday, 27 August 2011
Friday, 22 July 2011
400 things
Is what the vet man said I would have to lose by next year.
I get stuck with a needle, i get a worm pill rammed down my throat and I get told i have to lose 400 things by next year.
And Blob isn't talking to me which I suppose is understandable, seeing as I took out both shoulders, her right shoulder blade, her left elbow and the back of her head whilst she tried to get me in the box.
400 things! Thats loads and the vet man said just to lose about 20% of my food, which is already meagre rations, and his reason was because I go out and hunt and catch my own food. Is he actually suggesting that I eat the wild things I kill???? Bleaggghhh!
One can only hope that the weekend gets better!
Bob.
I get stuck with a needle, i get a worm pill rammed down my throat and I get told i have to lose 400 things by next year.
And Blob isn't talking to me which I suppose is understandable, seeing as I took out both shoulders, her right shoulder blade, her left elbow and the back of her head whilst she tried to get me in the box.
400 things! Thats loads and the vet man said just to lose about 20% of my food, which is already meagre rations, and his reason was because I go out and hunt and catch my own food. Is he actually suggesting that I eat the wild things I kill???? Bleaggghhh!
One can only hope that the weekend gets better!
Bob.
Sunday, 17 July 2011
Guilfest - Not The Best.
Blob was a bit out of sorts when she got back from her forays of festival life. Apparently Roger Daltrey has lost his voice. Not that Blob expected him to sound exactly the same as he did thirty or forty years ago but the best bit of the concert was the parts sung by his band members. She was sad because there will never be another voice quite like that, but also because she had to make a decision at the concert.
Apparently Roger was on at the same time as Adam Ant who was on another stage, and the rocker in Blob won out. However as she left the venue, a little disappointed, she was even more upset to see the Adam Ant fans all leaving quite elated. He, apparently, was very good indeed.
She has found out that he will be playing the Tunbridge Wells Assembly Rooms on 2 December this year and will be contacting her friend Denise to see if she would like to accompany her.
She is also up to something secret that I am not allowed to say - she said that my blog is open to the public and you never know who's watching. Mysterious huh!?
As well as all the above, I have received a message from Henry who lives in Shoreham. Apparently his brother George has been receiving cream when they think that Henry isn't looking.
Well Henry, I think you have answered this one yourself - as you say - You are a bit of a fat cat! And that young Henry is why George who is a super model is getting cream.
You could lose a bit of the tonnage and then perhaps you'll be getting cream too.
Apparently that last comment has caused much hilarity and Blob is sniggering unkindly whilst she cooks supper. The words 'Pot', 'Kettle' and 'Black' were definitely used, but I choose not to understand the sentiment!
I wonder if there'll be butter on the potatoes?
Bob
Apparently Roger was on at the same time as Adam Ant who was on another stage, and the rocker in Blob won out. However as she left the venue, a little disappointed, she was even more upset to see the Adam Ant fans all leaving quite elated. He, apparently, was very good indeed.
She has found out that he will be playing the Tunbridge Wells Assembly Rooms on 2 December this year and will be contacting her friend Denise to see if she would like to accompany her.
She is also up to something secret that I am not allowed to say - she said that my blog is open to the public and you never know who's watching. Mysterious huh!?
As well as all the above, I have received a message from Henry who lives in Shoreham. Apparently his brother George has been receiving cream when they think that Henry isn't looking.
Well Henry, I think you have answered this one yourself - as you say - You are a bit of a fat cat! And that young Henry is why George who is a super model is getting cream.
You could lose a bit of the tonnage and then perhaps you'll be getting cream too.
Apparently that last comment has caused much hilarity and Blob is sniggering unkindly whilst she cooks supper. The words 'Pot', 'Kettle' and 'Black' were definitely used, but I choose not to understand the sentiment!
I wonder if there'll be butter on the potatoes?
Bob
Friday, 15 July 2011
That Deaf Dumb Blind Kid Sure Plays A Mean Pinball!
It is Friday.
It is late morning.
Blob is not at work, but is drinking hot coffee whilst watching last wednesdays 'Apprentice' on I-player.
She is not at work today because she is going to Guilfest this afternoon. This is a small weekend festival in Guildford. She is only going because Roger Daltry is doing a solo acoustic set this evening and Blob wistfully remembers him in skin tight white lycra and tassels with a beautiful mass of blond curls.
Blob is very strange indeed.
You Better You Better You Bet!
Bob
It is late morning.
Blob is not at work, but is drinking hot coffee whilst watching last wednesdays 'Apprentice' on I-player.
She is not at work today because she is going to Guilfest this afternoon. This is a small weekend festival in Guildford. She is only going because Roger Daltry is doing a solo acoustic set this evening and Blob wistfully remembers him in skin tight white lycra and tassels with a beautiful mass of blond curls.
Blob is very strange indeed.
You Better You Better You Bet!
Bob
Monday, 27 June 2011
Beetroot!
The title does not mean that the Blob what feeds me has produced a beetroot for supper as part of her 'grow her own' kick. No, not at all.
Beetroot is the colour of her face, chest, neck and shoulders.
And why is she this colour I hear you ask?
Well my beloved blob who is also a responsible for a bunch of scouts, went camping at the weekend and whilst she made sure that all her charges were covered in sun tan lotion, she managed to pack hers away and put it in the car and then stand for a couple of hours in the midday sun helping run a zip wire activity.
She is now bright glowing red in an assortment of places, hot to the touch, thoroughly miserable and looks even more ridiculous than usual.
Why it was the Blob race that got given opposable thumbs never ceases to amaze me.
Bob
Beetroot is the colour of her face, chest, neck and shoulders.
And why is she this colour I hear you ask?
Well my beloved blob who is also a responsible for a bunch of scouts, went camping at the weekend and whilst she made sure that all her charges were covered in sun tan lotion, she managed to pack hers away and put it in the car and then stand for a couple of hours in the midday sun helping run a zip wire activity.
She is now bright glowing red in an assortment of places, hot to the touch, thoroughly miserable and looks even more ridiculous than usual.
Why it was the Blob race that got given opposable thumbs never ceases to amaze me.
Bob
Tuesday, 21 June 2011
Home Grown for Supper
Tonight Blob pottered about the front garden when she came home and picked her supper. And all this before coming inside to feed me. My nose was extremely out of joint but did she care? No, of course not - she is extremely unfeeling is Blob!
So whilst i crunched miserably through a handful of dry and tasteless food, she steamed new potatoes, purple carrots, purple beans and a few peas, and boiled a sweetcorn cob (not from her garden). This was all served with a knob of butter and some grated cheese (also not home grown, unless she has acquired a goat and has it hidden somewhere?)
She is now prancing about in her pants (not something to dwell upon) extolling the virtues of self sufficiency!
Honestly - it was 6 potatoes, 2 carrots, 3 beans and a handful of peas - you'd have thought she'd put away enough for winter, but thats Blobs for you.
Bob
So whilst i crunched miserably through a handful of dry and tasteless food, she steamed new potatoes, purple carrots, purple beans and a few peas, and boiled a sweetcorn cob (not from her garden). This was all served with a knob of butter and some grated cheese (also not home grown, unless she has acquired a goat and has it hidden somewhere?)
She is now prancing about in her pants (not something to dwell upon) extolling the virtues of self sufficiency!
Honestly - it was 6 potatoes, 2 carrots, 3 beans and a handful of peas - you'd have thought she'd put away enough for winter, but thats Blobs for you.
Bob
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Not doing very well!
At blogging that is, we are both doing very well otherwise!
Blob has passed her exams which means she is now a Microsoft Office Specialist Master 2007. She is awfully pleased about that which means I get treats.
She has another 8 comic parcels to put on Ebay, but is waiting for a 'Free Insertion' weekend. No doubt it will be a free weekend next weekend but Blob is out all weekend, camping with the Scouts.
Does she have anyone in mind to come in and feed me? No! So it looks like it will be a pile of biccies and my water machine from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Life is hard being a Bob.
She has also just finished 3 weeks worth of ironing which i have been asleep on for most of the evening (perhaps life isn't that hard!)
The rain in the last couple of weeks has given us lots of raspberries, we nearly have peas and beans, the trailing lobelia and sweet peas are draping themselves around the garden in wild bunches of pink and purple, the roses are smelling sweet and the hop is trying to take over the world.
Of course, the week after this scout weekend, she has a cub weekend - more unlovedness so we are both looking forward to the weekend after which means doing absolutely nothing except feed me and love me and feed me all weekend. Life could be good for Bobs!
Here's hoping!
Bob
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Blob has passed her exams which means she is now a Microsoft Office Specialist Master 2007. She is awfully pleased about that which means I get treats.
She has another 8 comic parcels to put on Ebay, but is waiting for a 'Free Insertion' weekend. No doubt it will be a free weekend next weekend but Blob is out all weekend, camping with the Scouts.
Does she have anyone in mind to come in and feed me? No! So it looks like it will be a pile of biccies and my water machine from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Life is hard being a Bob.
She has also just finished 3 weeks worth of ironing which i have been asleep on for most of the evening (perhaps life isn't that hard!)
The rain in the last couple of weeks has given us lots of raspberries, we nearly have peas and beans, the trailing lobelia and sweet peas are draping themselves around the garden in wild bunches of pink and purple, the roses are smelling sweet and the hop is trying to take over the world.
Of course, the week after this scout weekend, she has a cub weekend - more unlovedness so we are both looking forward to the weekend after which means doing absolutely nothing except feed me and love me and feed me all weekend. Life could be good for Bobs!
Here's hoping!
Bob
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