Home Brew

The other day, there was a lot of non Bob related activity here, which is not a good thing. As a cat, and the only one that lives here, I expect the majority of the available attention.

The other day, I got absolutely none except for the few seconds it takes Blob to throw food my way.

She went to work, she came home, and then she spent a good couple of hours pouring some browny liquid from a big bucket, into assorted bottles. Then she put corks or lids on the bottles and on some of them, wound wire around the corks.

Apparently this activity that involves me in no way whatsoever, is called 'Bottling the Homebrew'.

Heres a picture:





















There is an awful lot of this Homebrew and according to a friend who necked a couple of bottles of it last night, it is rather good!

She thinks it will keep her going through Christmas. (Some hope!)

Bob

Possessions

Blob read a quote today from some American Philosopher called Mildred Lisette Norman.

"Anything you cannot relinquish when it has outlived its usefulness possesses you, and in this materialistic age a great many of us are possessed by our possessions."

Now this was spooky, considering that Blob doesnt believe in coincidences, and it was only a short while ago that Blob's Aunty said that she was clearing out things that she hadn't used in 6 months.

So Blob has decided to do the same thing. But rather than chaotically turning the house upside down, she is going to do it one small area at a time.

As far as she is concerned, it is going to be a discreet de-clutter - one bin bag at a time.

This I have got to see!

Bob

What flavour is Senior?

Blob wot feeds me has started buying me new flavours of food. The most common flavour that I have noticed is spelt S.E.N.I.O.R. I believe that a Senior is a kind of fish? I like fish.

I wonder what sort of fish a Senior is? I guess its something like Salmon.

Bob

Apologies

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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Sleeping Sickness?

Blob has been looking up Sleeping Sickness because she is very worried about me having it.

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

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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