Bob's Blog Page 57
You are reading Page 57 of Bob's Blog/diary/dream/story/journey/novelistic memoir.
He is 85 years old and counting.
He is also very much aware that this blog is of no significance whatsoever -
at the time of writing!
Sunday 1st December 2024.
Dear Reader,
Just to remind you that this website has reached 100 pages which is a maximum this old codger can deal with. There are apparently unlimited 'Dynamic Pages' but your favourite blogger hasn't a clue how to create them.
So, he might delete a few pages but not to worry they will be available on PDF or you can download them yourself. This won't be happening until after Christmas so no worries. #Jingle Bells!
There is, of course, the possibility that your favourite blogger could be deleted as well, but only a possibility!
Loadsa love,
Bob.
Monday 2nd December 2024.
Dear Reader,
Today, I will be talking to the children of Year 6 at The Royal Kent School, Oxshott about my war experiences. #Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye. #Cheerio, here I go, on my way. It's a sell out!
Yesterday, the carer didn't care very much, might as well do it myself.
Love you lots,
Bob.
Tuesday 3rd December 2024.
I had the kids singing along with Vera Lynn. #We'll meet again #Don't know where don't know when. I've decided I want to be a teacher, or a comedian or a clown?
Wednesday 4th December 2024.
At 1.06 am I took OMP (Old Mobile Phone) downstairs put her into a bucket of cold water and took her outside. She was making blood curdling noises, unresponsive to touches, switched herself on and off and getting extremely overheated.
She had been murdered by Alexa who didn't like OMP playing her relaxing story while Alexa played her relaxing music. Alexa .... OFF.
In the morning OMP was at peace. Quite sad really.
And if you can understand any of the above let me know!
Thursday 5th December 2024.
Being a 24/7 carer has it's advantages but I've yet to discover them. Without help from 'My Angels' I would probably need a 24/7 carer myself. So, I guess that's an advantage, I don't need one? I might want one but I don't need one. 'Want' and 'need' are different things, I learnt that when I was a door to door salesmen selling Encyclopaedia Britannica.
Friday 6th December 2024.
Nahiko from Japan and Elmbridge Borough Council arrived yesterday to discuss bathroom improvements for disabled Nannies. It looks like an all singing all dancing wet room might be the best answer. Meanwhile Grandad designed a one handed toilet roll that doesn't unload reams of tissue on the floor. He stuffed a used toilet roll middle in the middle which will give constant or adjustable friction when pulled. Amazing? He might patent the idea!
Saturday 7th December 2024.
Sorry about that, it'll soon be history. What was that?
Eva the Occupational Therapist put Nannie through her paces yesterday. Followed by a wheelchair ride to collect some more pills and on and around the upper parts of Cobham., I used to dream about living in the upper parts of Cobham but now I don't, too far from the ducks, doctors, dentists and pharmacies.
By the way the Climate Action Teams around the globe are getting interested in you know what. Just thought I'd mention it. I need to 'have a dream'. I've even applied for funding from The National Lottery, most of it's my money anyway!
I recently signed up to 'Borrow My Doggy', thought I might find an old black Labrador for company but all I got was a million emails so I unsubscribed. Great idea but a childish website. Unlike some?
Received an early Christmas present from Alexa, sorry Eliza, Thanks Eliza. I can now ask her to solve all my problems!
Alexa, relaxing piano. Please.
Bob's Blog Page 57
You are reading Page 57 of Bob's Blog/diary/dream/story/journey/novelistic memoir.
He is 85 years old and counting.
He is also very much aware that this blog is of no significance whatsoever -
at the time of writing!