Bob's Blog Page 60
You are reading Page 60 of Bob's Blog/diary/dream/story/journey/novelistic memoir.
He is 86 years old and counting.
He is also very much aware that this blog is of no significance whatsoever -
at the time of writing!
Saturday 1st March 2025.
OK Bob will have to start deleting pages soon as nobody has told him how to create more than 100 pages in this format, not to worry, not your problem. He'll let you know what's going on later this month.
OK Bob has also reached his limit in 24/7 caring capabilities so, something will have to give, not to worry, not your problem. Old and Knackered Bob might be able to solve your problem but not his problem.
Seems that our problem is peace in your and our children's time. Meanwhile let's hug a tree and hope.
Sunday 2nd March 2025.
You wouldn't want to hug this one. Yesterday I got my paint brush out and created an abstract piece of artwork in fruit tree grease. What do you think GJ? I'll bet you haven't tried that one!. It's my 50 year old Bramley.
In between caring duties I shall watch the buds, the blossom and the Bramley Apple Pies emerge. If I'm lucky.
Monday 3rd March 2025.
I don't suppose you can see that little gate in the fence to the right of the tree. I put that there about 30 years ago to visit Ray and Sandra next door, and vice versa. Sadly Ray died yesterday so it's condolences to Sandra and family and RIP to Ray. Ray and I shared the same great grand parents but we never talked about it much.
Tuesday 4th March 2025.
A dream came true yesterday. Back in 1956 I was studying for my ONC in Mechanical Engineering. Memories! Yesterday I dug out my old reference book on 'Theory of Machines'. Anyway I calculated that my 'Game Changing Invention' would produce enough electricity to keep your electric toothbrush going for 6.4 seconds. I can die happy now.
Meanwhile Nannie continues to dream about getting back the use of her left arm and leg so she can get on with the dusting. Grandad continues to dream and gather dust watching his Bramley!
Somebody from East Hampton, New York State trawled through this blog yesterday. Hope you found it useful Elon. It was probably Neil. I'm still looking for the picture of your Dad's TR3 Neil. Hope you and Anne are OK.
Wednesday 5th March 2025.
From where I sit gathering dust Percy the Wood Pigeon flies in regularly to check if there is any bird seed fallen from the bird feeder. He always comes in over the Bramley heading straight towards the patio window. He always chooses the 'curving approach' to runway 34 favoured by Spitfire pilots as he can't see over his nose, only through his side windows. He deploys 'full flap' approximately 10 feet from touch down and always achieves a two point, pin point landing. Even in gusty cross winds (incidentally I heard from Cross Roads Care yesterday so not to worry about key safe security) he always achieves a faultless 'crabbed' landing. The turbulence caused can often ruffle the feathers of Jill the Jackdaw who flew in earlier. Gotta go now as Jock the Jay is waiting for take-off clearance. Chubby the Chicken is next for take off, he needs a bloody long runway! He usually ends up upside down in the compost heap.
Anybody new to this blog might think that the writer has lost the plot. They might be right!
Thursday 6th March 2025.
Another respite drive to The Ability Store in Bookham resulted in a plastic step, a comfy seat and another test drive in an electric wheelchair. I could make them in the shed but I'm a bit busy elsewhere at the moment.
Friday 7th March 2025.
Grandad has decided to get a job instead of watching pigeons all day long. He has decided to apply for an Air Traffic Controller's position. He already knows the phonetic alphabet backwards. Golf Alpha Bravo Charlie Sparrow clear to land runway 24. Foxtrot Finch turn left heading 270. Tango Tit descend to Flight Level Nine Zero. Mike Magpie descend on the glide path Number 23. Sierra Swift you're going too fast, go round again.
Is there a problem?
Golf Bravo Charlie X-ray Hotel
Piper Cherokee Warrior
Fairoaks 16th May 1976
Saturday 8th March 2025.
Lovely to see you but if you're looking for an interesting, inspiring, amazing blog pop back next week. Get some deck chair time. We had Dougie and Dusty visit us yesterday. They're lovely, lively wire haired terriers, great therapy, thanks Cleonie.
Sunday 9th March 2025.
A visit from your old mates who are now in their late eighties is not a pretty sight, I expect they would say the same thing but at least we can enjoy a glass of Dalwhinnie whereas plenty of other old mates can't.
Predictably, not a dicky bird from all those who say 'thank you for your message, we'll respond in 3 days'. Don't they realise we haven't got much time? Undaunted, grandad has now found Ocean Energy Systems of Lisbon who, he predicts, will be bowled over by his amazing invention. But will it lead anywhere? We'll have to wait and see. While we are waiting we can try to make sense of his latest creation.
Monday 10th March 2025.
A Duster full of Nannie, Grandad and mobility aids chauffeured by Dan was seen wending the leafy lanes of Surrey to Abinger Common yesterday. It was a reminder to Nannie and Grandad that there is still another world out there. A sunny Sunday lunch, a tinkle on the piano and a game of baseball with Helen and Lottie was lovely. Perhaps the most colourful scene was a particularly steep and narrow leafy lane obviously owned by the cyclist pumping and tacking his way up the hill. It's a good job Nannie didn't have her hearing aids in!
Question.
How is it that millions can be spent on The Orbital Marine O2, Gravitricity and a hundred other crazy energy generating schemes and devices and nothing on Bob's Brilliant Concept (BBC)? Is it because he is old, wrinkly poor and past it?
Answers on a postcard please to robertcjones@live.co.uk or robertcjones@dead.co.uk
Tuesday 11th March 2025.
No answers yet.
Wednesday 12th March 2025.
It's a Happy 19th Birthday to twins Maddie and Phoebe today. Grandad wishes he was 19 again!
Taken by Don in dust.windy.blame
1958.
Thursday 13th March 2025.
I got to know MG 2409 quite intimately. I took every nut, bolt, screw and washer apart at least twice. Her crank shaft broke three times, I remember going up the newly opened M1 to Daventry in her for a job interview. She got tired so I came back on the train and collected her the next weekend. I pumped some Redex into her SU Carbs and after some initial coughing and spluttering she purred home. What I'd give to have her back now!
Friday 14th March 2025.
I guess we could all say that about lots of things? Back in '59 I remember having boundless, limitless optimism and energy. Now I have the former but not the latter, unless of course you count limitless tidal energy. Is there a problem?
Saturday 15th March 2025.
BIG NEWS. Last Tuesday Tony from Millbrook popped in to move Nannie's bed upstairs. She can now see over the chimney pots, over The Moon, the sun rise and the emerging Spring flowers and apple blossom. She's comfortable using the stair lift but still requires Old Bob to prepare the meals, do the washing, shopping, dusting and a million other things. But he doesn't care.
BIGGER NEWS. Old Bob is now over The Moon collaborating with Lab-Sea-Systems Ltd. Florent and his team have offered to build and test a scale model of Bob's 'Game Changing' Proposal. If you know of any Lottery Winners who don't know what to do with their cash let me know. It will be a sure, fire investment. No need to 'drill baby drill' Donald, just 'drift baby drift'.
I'd still like my old MG back! Wouldn't you?
Taken by Bob in dining.shirt.tones
1959.
Sunday 16th March 2025.
Another eye injection yesterday at The Royal Surrey, Guildford (yes, it was a Saturday appointment) went without a hitch but not without a lingering football or two floating around the eyeball. But Old Bob doesn't care any more he's got a job! Thanks to Cherry for the taxi ride, you might be needed again soon Cherry but not for a hospital visit, it might be a visit to a deck chair at strut.flops.garage!
Monday 17th March 2025.
Old Bob's excuse for having a Guinness today is, in case you didn't know, it is St Patrick's Day. His Grandfather on his Mother's side William Conway hailed from Belfast and his Great Grandmother on his Father's side Annie Josephine Byrne hailed from Dublin. Or maybe two?
Tuesday 18th March 2025.
Not much to blog about today except there's not a cloud in the sky over my back garden. Just Percy the Wood Pigeon blots out the Sun now and again. It set me thinking about Newton's Third Law of Motion (for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction) I wonder if anyone's thought about the reaction in the planet to the force created by all these wind farms. Do you think it will stop the planet spinning? Or maybe speed it up? Or send it spinning off into another orbit? I don't suppose Isaac thought about that one. Maybe another reason for BBC? Sweet dreams.
Wednesday 19th March 2025.
Amongst young Bob's achievements today was a respite drive to get some more pills, a wander through the Farm Gate to Venice and a visit to The Oxshott Village Sign to see the daffodils. No wonder readership of this blog is declining fast!
Thursday 20th March 2025.
Today Old and Extremely Knackered Bob told somebody he writes about 'everything' on his blog but that's not necessarily the truth. the whole truth and nothing but the truth. It could be a pack of fiction!
Friday 21st March 2025.
'Elegant in its simplicity' is how a Professor of Engineering at The University of Highlands and Islands described Dyno Bob's BBC yesterday. He also said it would 'struggle to compete with conventional turbines' but we'll wait and see.
Saturday 22nd March 2025.
A very productive TEAMS chat with the lovely Professor Andy from Kingston University yesterday brought Old and Extremely Knackered Bob gently down to earth. He won't be 'changing the world' or even changing his pyjamas but he might be changing his dreams.
