De-jected
De-pressed
In De-nial
De-termined to be a spoilt bratish pussy and a right royal pain in the de-rriere until i've forgotten about the inhumanity of de-fleaing.
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Serendipity
The definition of Serendipity is as follows:
ser·en·dip·i·ty (srn-dp-t)
n. pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery
Yesterday, Blob had an incidence of Serendipitousness. (Unsure of that word but it's my blog.)
She was wandering through a London alley trying to find her nearest Boris Bike docking station so she could cycle back to Waterloo when she came across a hidden away shop called 'Planet Organic'. She was thrilled and brought home an organic frozen ready meal which turned out to be a delicious vegetable korma and rice, some organic and mild shampoo which will not remove the hairs natural oils and a voucher for a free coffee for the next time she passes which will be sometime next week.
This is serendipity in its truest sense.
However, wandering through Epsom following a hair cut and stoicly refusing to go into Starbucks for a hot chocolate and then discovering an Italian ice cream stall in the shopping centre is not serendipitous - it is unfortunate and greedy and Blob should be ashamed of herself.
Bob
ser·en·dip·i·ty (srn-dp-t)
n. pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
2. The fact or occurrence of such discoveries.
3. An instance of making such a discovery
Yesterday, Blob had an incidence of Serendipitousness. (Unsure of that word but it's my blog.)
She was wandering through a London alley trying to find her nearest Boris Bike docking station so she could cycle back to Waterloo when she came across a hidden away shop called 'Planet Organic'. She was thrilled and brought home an organic frozen ready meal which turned out to be a delicious vegetable korma and rice, some organic and mild shampoo which will not remove the hairs natural oils and a voucher for a free coffee for the next time she passes which will be sometime next week.
This is serendipity in its truest sense.
However, wandering through Epsom following a hair cut and stoicly refusing to go into Starbucks for a hot chocolate and then discovering an Italian ice cream stall in the shopping centre is not serendipitous - it is unfortunate and greedy and Blob should be ashamed of herself.
Bob
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Its been a busy beginning!
Its been a non stop roller coaster since the new years bells dinged or donged or whatever it is they did!
Here's a quick summary:
Here's a quick summary:
- New cat foods tried - 3
- New cat foods rejected out of hand - 2
- New courses prepared for - 5
- New courses delivered successfully - 3
- New courses delivered badly - 0
- Boris Bikes used in London - 3
- New bicycles stolen (again) - 1
- Plays seen - 1 (if panto's count)
- Films seen - 1 (and Sherlock Holmes was excellent)
- Bottles of homebrew cider still to drink - 9
- Times face held expressionless to avoid offence to scouts - 3
- Times face held expressionless to avoid offence to delegates - More times than Blob can remember.
Blob's main job this week is to book all her years holiday before the end of the month. If she manages it she gets an extra day off and to celebrate a week well done, next Sunday she is visiting Wisley to see the Butterfly exhibition in the Tropical House.
Bob
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Nearly New Year
Yes its been ages since my last blog. No excuses. Just been particularly busy or at least big pink blob has been busy which in turn means that I cant get onto the computer.
However, the Blob and I are snuggled up in the house and its about an hour til next year.
I realised about an hour ago that the world doesn't actually revolve around me.
It does normally, but tonight no. Tonight there are fire works and I dont like fireworks and I suddenly realised that there can't be many other cats in the world lying on silk cushions, on a leather sofa with two paws wrapped around Blobs calf because this is the only way that the fireworks wont get me.
Tomorrow I shall have scrambled eggs for breakfast and once again it will be all about me, but tonight and for only tonight I am grateful for blob and all the utter crap she puts up with from me, and that includes vomiting over her clean laundry pile in protest of the hoover about four hours ago.
Blob says that she too has come to a realisation. She said that the world does in fact revolve around her and her thoughts because thought created the universe. Not particuarly her thoughts but lots of thoughts from lots of people who have all created the universe and have become an inextricable part of that universe just by the simple act of thinking.
This being the case, means that she doesnt have to put up with things that upset her just because it is expected, because by putting up with things, means that they too become part of the universe and this would mean that there are things that upset her in the universe which has actually been created by thought including Blobs thought. Why would Blob think something that upsets her - that's not what thoughts are about.
So she will only be allowing nice things into her life from now on. She knows that at just past mid night the phone will ring and it will be her mother. She won't be answering it - the assumption of her mother that she is at home is not a nice assumption. Her mother assumes she has no friends and will relish the thought of her being alone because her mother likes things to be bad.
Blob isn't alone tonight - she has me. And she could have accepted a number of invitations but decided that going out and getting rip roaringly drunk would not do her any good at all and who would look after me when the fireworks get bad. And also, she does not like getting up in the middle of the afternoon with a headache.
Blob wishes all her friends and loved ones a fantastic evening and a great, healthy and prosperous new year.
And she assures me will endeavour at least one blog a week in the coming year. They may be short because she cannot allow me lots of time on the computer, but she will allow me some.
Happy New Year
Bob.
However, the Blob and I are snuggled up in the house and its about an hour til next year.
I realised about an hour ago that the world doesn't actually revolve around me.
It does normally, but tonight no. Tonight there are fire works and I dont like fireworks and I suddenly realised that there can't be many other cats in the world lying on silk cushions, on a leather sofa with two paws wrapped around Blobs calf because this is the only way that the fireworks wont get me.
Tomorrow I shall have scrambled eggs for breakfast and once again it will be all about me, but tonight and for only tonight I am grateful for blob and all the utter crap she puts up with from me, and that includes vomiting over her clean laundry pile in protest of the hoover about four hours ago.
Blob says that she too has come to a realisation. She said that the world does in fact revolve around her and her thoughts because thought created the universe. Not particuarly her thoughts but lots of thoughts from lots of people who have all created the universe and have become an inextricable part of that universe just by the simple act of thinking.
This being the case, means that she doesnt have to put up with things that upset her just because it is expected, because by putting up with things, means that they too become part of the universe and this would mean that there are things that upset her in the universe which has actually been created by thought including Blobs thought. Why would Blob think something that upsets her - that's not what thoughts are about.
So she will only be allowing nice things into her life from now on. She knows that at just past mid night the phone will ring and it will be her mother. She won't be answering it - the assumption of her mother that she is at home is not a nice assumption. Her mother assumes she has no friends and will relish the thought of her being alone because her mother likes things to be bad.
Blob isn't alone tonight - she has me. And she could have accepted a number of invitations but decided that going out and getting rip roaringly drunk would not do her any good at all and who would look after me when the fireworks get bad. And also, she does not like getting up in the middle of the afternoon with a headache.
Blob wishes all her friends and loved ones a fantastic evening and a great, healthy and prosperous new year.
And she assures me will endeavour at least one blog a week in the coming year. They may be short because she cannot allow me lots of time on the computer, but she will allow me some.
Happy New Year
Bob.
Sunday, 20 November 2011
More Church Shenanigans
Only a week since her last foray into Church, and Blob went again! This time to a Catholic Church - St Joseph's in Epsom.
Was this any better than her last visit?
No!
In a Catholic church there are load of candles and stuff. And there were more songs with dreary tunes.
On the positive, at least the Lords Prayer had the proper words at this service.
Again there was a load of hand shakes and weird stuff going on and this time, the woman in front of her just held her hand there and wouldnt take it away until Blob shook it.
She was more than unimpressed when she got home.
On the upside though, apparently this is the last church parade this year, so unless Blob decides to go to a carol concert, there is no more church for Blob.
She will probably just stick to her meditation. Much more her cup of tea.
Om!
Bob
Was this any better than her last visit?
No!
In a Catholic church there are load of candles and stuff. And there were more songs with dreary tunes.
On the positive, at least the Lords Prayer had the proper words at this service.
Again there was a load of hand shakes and weird stuff going on and this time, the woman in front of her just held her hand there and wouldnt take it away until Blob shook it.
She was more than unimpressed when she got home.
On the upside though, apparently this is the last church parade this year, so unless Blob decides to go to a carol concert, there is no more church for Blob.
She will probably just stick to her meditation. Much more her cup of tea.
Om!
Bob
George and Henry
Blob received an email from George and Henry this week. George and Henry are two black cats who live in Shoreham and their Blob is my Blobs Godmother.
Apparently, George who was a supermodel is now no longer thin enough. It was all something to do with a giant furball which has now been hacked up somewhere.
They are also becoming a bit disturbed because they understand that Godmother Blob is being whisked away for a weeks holiday by another Blob who just happens to be my Blob's aunt.
Well in answer to your email boys, there is nothing you can do to stop Blobs going away. They do however try and ensure that you are continually fed and watered. What you can do however is to use the event against them for many months to come which can lead to a mass of titbits and extra love.
Actually, this will work for most Blobs, but not mine. My Blob is heartless and seems somehow immune to the guilt trips.
Good luck boys,
Bob
Apparently, George who was a supermodel is now no longer thin enough. It was all something to do with a giant furball which has now been hacked up somewhere.
They are also becoming a bit disturbed because they understand that Godmother Blob is being whisked away for a weeks holiday by another Blob who just happens to be my Blob's aunt.
Well in answer to your email boys, there is nothing you can do to stop Blobs going away. They do however try and ensure that you are continually fed and watered. What you can do however is to use the event against them for many months to come which can lead to a mass of titbits and extra love.
Actually, this will work for most Blobs, but not mine. My Blob is heartless and seems somehow immune to the guilt trips.
Good luck boys,
Bob
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Church on Sunday!
Blob is not a Church goer. She is not particularly keen on organised faiths or the attempt at psychological control of congregations by the church.
However she is a Scout Leader and had to help this morning with the Rememberance Parade at St Martins in Epsom.
She hasn't been to church for some years, not since a friends wedding, and in that particular instance it was bearable because the music included Muppet Show tunes.
This time it was all very different:
However she is a Scout Leader and had to help this morning with the Rememberance Parade at St Martins in Epsom.
She hasn't been to church for some years, not since a friends wedding, and in that particular instance it was bearable because the music included Muppet Show tunes.
This time it was all very different:
- No Muppet Show tunes, but there were dreary hymns to dreary tunes. (tune is probably an exaggeration).
- There was a sermon that referred to the X factor. (No idea why except the vicar was trying to keep 'down with the kids')
- The Lords Prayer has changed since Blob last said it.
- At one point people tried to shake her hand - thank fully the people concerned were people who knew her, so they backed off respectfully after correctly interpreting her expression.
Was there anything about the whole experience that she enjoyed?
- Apparently, singing the National Anthem was her favourite bit because she knows the tune and could sing along.
Will she be going again?
- Not if she has any say in it, however, if not enough Scout Leaders volunteer for the next parade, she may have no choice.
- A Christmas Carol service would probably be OK, because she knows the tunes and can sing all the Carols.
All in all, not a particulary enjoyable experience.
Bob
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