Blob wot feeds me wishes to apologise for me not having updated my Blog for a month!
She, it transpires, has been far too busy with her new job to turn the computer on for me.
Her new job is going well, but it is harder than she imagined it to be. It is also a shock to the system actually having to work for a living, which is something she didnt have to do at her previous job.
She has a very straightforward week next week, and is only doing courses that she has done before so nothing too new and scary. She has a full schedule now up to the end of November and needs to focus herself on the improvement of course delivery.
She has also been muttering about arranging a dinner party for early November and getting on with the Christmas Ode (whatever that is?)
She has also mentioned that she will be allowing me to use the computer on a slightly more regular basis going forward!
I must away now, as I am trying desperately trying to persuade her to put the heating on!
Bob
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Sunday, 16 October 2011
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Sleeping Sickness?
Blob has been looking up Sleeping Sickness because she is very worried about me having it.
This is what Wikipedia says:
This is what Wikipedia says:
She has looked at the symptoms briefly of these and decided that i don't exhibit any of the symptoms except for the sleeping bit, and apparently it's not a coma because i actually wake up when its tea time for long enough to eat.
Actually, one of the symptoms of Encephalitis lethargica is psychosis, and Blob thinks that i do actually exhibit that one but it doesnt seem to be a recent symptom, its more of a personality trait that i have always had so she chose to ignore it.
She is more interested now, however, in the German Film called 'Sleeping Sickness' because she says she needs something to do seeing as I am going to sleep for 23.5 hours a day.
So I will continue to sleep, and she will start searching for random German Films on Amazon.
Bob
Zzzzzzzzz......
Emotional!
Oh for heavens sake - Blob has just watched the end of Doctor Who in tears - what's going on? - She's normally hiding behind the sofa!
Bob
Bob
Friday, 2 September 2011
Of Spiders and Superglue
Blob considers herself brave. She considers her self above being scared of little spiders. She will scoff jovially when the other Blob squeals at what are considered to be 'Little Spiders'.
However, having pruned the roses and the bushes in the front garden, Blob piled all the cuttings in to IKEA Bags and loaded them in the car and took them to the dump. She also took some cardboard, metal and assorted dump like things.
Out went the cuttings into the green waste, out went the cardboard into the cardboard waste and then as she is about to haul out the metal to put into the metal waste, she squeals like a girl and jumps about five foot from her car.
Immediately a bloke came over and asked if she was ok. She pointed at the rear safety straps and could only get out one word .... 'Spider!'
The bloke apparently just looked patronising and leant into the car to rid it of its unwelcome passenger. He too jumped backwards and said 'Gosh, that is a very huge spider!' (He actually didn't use the words Gosh or Very, but I'm sure you get the picture.
Then another two blokes came across and the three of them discussed how best to remove the beast without actually having to go near it.
Here's a picture of it.
Eventually, they managed to coax it onto a dustbin lid and then ran to the edge of the dump and dropped it over the wall.
Blob actually felt quite sorry for it, because she suspects that its size has something to do with being about to lay eggs, but it didn't stop it from being hugely leg wavingly scary.
She is now convinced that there are other creepy crawleys in her car and will be getting it valeted as soon as she can to ensure she drives in a sterile environment.
You'd think that was enough excitement for one day, but no ..... it never is with Blob.
During all the clearing of the front garden, she split her nail and couldnt find her nail clippers. This is probably because she had been trying to use them to unscrew something earlier in the day, and that means that they could be anywhere in the shed, the garden or the house!
So now faced with the dilemma of a nail that was catching everything and no clippers she had a brainwave - "Fix it with Superglue"!!
Blob would like to point out that if you are going to fix a split nail with superglue, don't do it in bed. It took her ages, quite a bit of bad language and some blood as the nail split even further, to unstick her finger from the duvet.
Laugh? I nearly fell of the bed!
Bob.
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However, having pruned the roses and the bushes in the front garden, Blob piled all the cuttings in to IKEA Bags and loaded them in the car and took them to the dump. She also took some cardboard, metal and assorted dump like things.
Out went the cuttings into the green waste, out went the cardboard into the cardboard waste and then as she is about to haul out the metal to put into the metal waste, she squeals like a girl and jumps about five foot from her car.
Immediately a bloke came over and asked if she was ok. She pointed at the rear safety straps and could only get out one word .... 'Spider!'
The bloke apparently just looked patronising and leant into the car to rid it of its unwelcome passenger. He too jumped backwards and said 'Gosh, that is a very huge spider!' (He actually didn't use the words Gosh or Very, but I'm sure you get the picture.
Then another two blokes came across and the three of them discussed how best to remove the beast without actually having to go near it.
Here's a picture of it.
Eventually, they managed to coax it onto a dustbin lid and then ran to the edge of the dump and dropped it over the wall.
Blob actually felt quite sorry for it, because she suspects that its size has something to do with being about to lay eggs, but it didn't stop it from being hugely leg wavingly scary.
She is now convinced that there are other creepy crawleys in her car and will be getting it valeted as soon as she can to ensure she drives in a sterile environment.
You'd think that was enough excitement for one day, but no ..... it never is with Blob.
During all the clearing of the front garden, she split her nail and couldnt find her nail clippers. This is probably because she had been trying to use them to unscrew something earlier in the day, and that means that they could be anywhere in the shed, the garden or the house!
So now faced with the dilemma of a nail that was catching everything and no clippers she had a brainwave - "Fix it with Superglue"!!
Blob would like to point out that if you are going to fix a split nail with superglue, don't do it in bed. It took her ages, quite a bit of bad language and some blood as the nail split even further, to unstick her finger from the duvet.
Laugh? I nearly fell of the bed!
Bob.
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Sunday, 28 August 2011
The Painting of the Soffits.
Blob who feeds me has been very busy today. She actually got dressed this morning which is quite an improvement to her usual weekend slobbery.
First she filled her car with stuff to do a boot fair on the Bank Holiday Monday and then busied herself outside the front door.
She brought her steps outside. She brought her paint scraper outside. She rigged up the extension cable for her sander. She opened the undercoat. She checked her brushes. She wound up her wind up radio. She checked with the neighbours that she could stand in their garden. Finally she made a nice cup of tea.
The heavens opened.
She forgot about her nice cup of tea. She brought in her wind up radio. She bought in her brushes. She put the lid back on the undercoat. She brought in her sander. Brought in her paint scraper. Finally she brought in her steps.
Half an hour later the sun came out.
She put the steps out again. She put the paint scraper out again. Unwound the cable wrapped around the sander. Didn't bother with the lid off the undercoat. Stuffed a brush into her pocket. Turned on the wind up radio. Her tea had gone cold.
Quel Surprise - It rained.
In with the radio. Brush out of the pocket. In with the sander. In with the paint scraper. In with the steps. On with the telly and that was that for the painting of the soffits.
I did think to mention when the sun came out again, but she wasn't having any of it.
Oh, hang on, now its raining - Oh well!
Bob
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First she filled her car with stuff to do a boot fair on the Bank Holiday Monday and then busied herself outside the front door.
She brought her steps outside. She brought her paint scraper outside. She rigged up the extension cable for her sander. She opened the undercoat. She checked her brushes. She wound up her wind up radio. She checked with the neighbours that she could stand in their garden. Finally she made a nice cup of tea.
The heavens opened.
She forgot about her nice cup of tea. She brought in her wind up radio. She bought in her brushes. She put the lid back on the undercoat. She brought in her sander. Brought in her paint scraper. Finally she brought in her steps.
Half an hour later the sun came out.
She put the steps out again. She put the paint scraper out again. Unwound the cable wrapped around the sander. Didn't bother with the lid off the undercoat. Stuffed a brush into her pocket. Turned on the wind up radio. Her tea had gone cold.
Quel Surprise - It rained.
In with the radio. Brush out of the pocket. In with the sander. In with the paint scraper. In with the steps. On with the telly and that was that for the painting of the soffits.
I did think to mention when the sun came out again, but she wasn't having any of it.
Oh, hang on, now its raining - Oh well!
Bob
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Saturday, 27 August 2011
Rant!
Well there we were, snuggled on the sofa watching the X factor one minute, and the next minute my Blob gets all hot under the collar because she's tired of Chav wannabes trying to sing, and then crying because their hampster died when they were four years old and because of that they were taken into care and had a bad experience at a petting zoo - the experience of which has shaped their lives and is the reason they have bad skin, no taste, fake tan and a washing machine in their front gardens.
For heavens sake the whole programme is based around one question - 'Can you sing?' Everything else is superfluous and un-necessary.
I tried to explain to her that without the un-necessary fluff, the programme would be about 5 minutes long and that would have a detrimental effect on advertiser income but apparently that was far too sensible an answer and she wandered off muttering and is currently rummaging in the kitchen trying to find the ingredients for a fudge chocolate sauce to pour on ice cream.
Mmmmm ice cream!
Bob
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For heavens sake the whole programme is based around one question - 'Can you sing?' Everything else is superfluous and un-necessary.
I tried to explain to her that without the un-necessary fluff, the programme would be about 5 minutes long and that would have a detrimental effect on advertiser income but apparently that was far too sensible an answer and she wandered off muttering and is currently rummaging in the kitchen trying to find the ingredients for a fudge chocolate sauce to pour on ice cream.
Mmmmm ice cream!
Bob
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Secrets!
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
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
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