Bob's Blog Page 67
You are reading Page 67 of Bob's Blog/diary/dream/story/journey/novelistic memoir.
He is 87 years old and counting.
He is also very much aware that this blog is of no significance whatsoever -
at the time of writing!
TIDAL STREAM ENERGY
Thursday 1st January 2026.
Happy New Year to all who enter here. Sharp eyed readers of this riveting blog will know that the writer has increased the size of the text because his eyesight is rubbish, along with many other things.
Back in the early 60's Young Bob and his folk group were invited to perform at a Folk Club in Oxford. It was in the crypt (basement) of a hotel called The Turl Street Mitre. After the session a few students of Brasenose College next door invited the group to play in their rooms, which they did. The main gate to the college was closed at midnight so they all climbed out the window, with their guitars, on to the street below. They then drove home in Young Bob's Morris Minor Convertible. Memories. Yesterday, Dan, Helen and Lottie visited The Turl Street Mitre.
Friday 2nd January 2026.
They say you can't change the past but with AI, can you change the future? Now there's a thought. Did another puzzle while I was thinking about it, very therapeutic!
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Sunday 4th January 2026.
Plenty of sunshine and back ache today. TENS machine working overtime. Recommended. Great Gran not too happy with her 24/7 carer. If you'd like to 'live in' and look after two old wobblies please apply with CV. Plenty of Christmas goodies to hoover up. Shouldn't have danced around to Charley Pride!
Monday 5th January 2026.
Nobody spotted my mistake in the date yesterday but then again nobody reads it. Today, I decided that I'm not very good at domesticity, sorry.
Tuesday 6th January 2026.
You've probably forgotten about great grandmothers electric wheel chair but great grandfather will soon be fitting it with new batteries and redesigning the front wing ready for the new season. Probably a new pair of goggles as well! Watch this space.
Wednesday 7th January 2025.
This old blogger feels very fortunate to have reached the ripe old age of 87, would you believe? Faculties are somewhat limited but the effect of long term input of pills, potions, Jameson's (thanks Cliff n' Briff) and Guinness might be the reason for longevity.
To celebrate he will be aiming his electric wheelchair at The Plough at Downside which his regular reader might remember back in '64. Back then a pint of Ale meant a trip down to the cellar for Landlord Bill or the lovely Angela. All are welcome.
Thursday 8th January 2025.
Happy birthday Elvis.
Great grandfather is not too proud of taking grandson on a pub crawl but grandson was uncomplaining so that was alright then? Except in great gran's eyes of course, but it won't happen again, promise!
I wasn't planning to post this picture as it as gives a wrong impression
of old age, decay and decrepidity.
Called on a lifetime of experience with nuts, screws, washers and bolts to fit new batteries to great gran's electric wheelchair. Very satisfying. So, you know where to come if you need new batteries for your electric buggies. But you better be quick, eyesight failing fast!
Friday 9th January 2026.
Spent loadsa' money on new lenses for glasses today, all the better to see you with!
Pleased to hear that you are back home G, I can still hear little birdies!
Saturday 10th January 2026.
A belated birthday treat from someone who also was interested to hear what the little birdies had to say was enjoyed at The Barley Mow and The Cricketers, Thanks to Tim. Needless to say the conversation centered around old Morris Minors!
Outside 27, Blundell Lane c1965. Cool?
Monday 12th January 2026.
Dear Fellow Octogenarian's,
Rather than dwell on his current aches and pains that inevitably come with getting extremely old, plus the demands of a 24/7 carer you will forgive this old blogger for reminiscing about his Morris Minor.
He can remember taking the above picture clearly, he forgot to latch the bonnet and has regretted it ever since. If he could go back in time he would latch the bonnet otherwise there is a danger of the bonnet flipping up and blocking your view, obviously. This happened in a snowstorm on a mountain road in the winter of '68 in The Cascades USA on his Ford Galaxie. Of course, the old Galaxie had a b great 'hood' and not a delicate 'bonnet', luckily Julia, our two year old, was asleep in her car seat and was unaware of the drama.
Anyway, if you have any memories (pleasant or otherwise!) of the old Morris Minor please feel free to share them with old Bob, it would cheer him up no end.
Many apologies if your memories are 'otherwise'!
Sincerely,
Bob.
Wednesday 14th January 2026.
Now this is the story of Titty the Electric Wheelchair, she's named after Titty of Swallows and Amazons. She, like her siblings, John, Roger and Susan, is very adventurous. She is piloted by a well experienced pilot who flies blind and upside down regularly. Today, she travelled to distant mysterious regions called Cleves Close. Tomorrow? Who knows?
Saturday 17th January 2026.
Existing beyond three score years and ten is difficult enough but existing beyond four score years and seven is bloody nigh impossible. So, in order to continue existing, for whatever reason, Sam the live in carer organiser visited yesterday to explain how this can be done at vast expense divided by two compared with a care home, perish the thought.
Sam also explained that the live in carer would be there to look after great gran but not great grandfather so a point to bear in mind before making the decision. Can great grandfather look after himself? That is the question. He hasn't looked after himself since the summer of '65 so what chance? Maybe two live in carers? Now there's a thought!
On a lighter note, this is Great Granddaughter Rosa celebrating her fifth month birthday. Cute?
Monday 19th January 2026.
Another day of real achievement but no recollection of what was achieved. Which maybe of no significance in the grand scheme of things but in TWOOB (the world of Old Bob) is huge. In other words I didn't need to resort to AI to mend the Dyson. Titty is waiting patiently with fully charged batteries beside me hoping for an adventure soon. Captain Whiteknuckles waiting for a decent weather window. Talk about excitement!
Tuesday 20th January 2026.
Following an unsprung, bucking broncho ride to Waitrose aboard Titty Captain Whiteknuckles decided she was unsuitable for rough terrain so it's back to Gumtree for Titty, sorry Titty.
Decisions have to be made.
Sunday 25th January 2026.
Apologies for delay in transmission. Sadly, great gran suffered another stroke last Wednesday which put her back into Epsom Hospital after a night in A and E. Weakened but with her 'fighting spirit', according to the doctor, she'll be back doing the washing up soon. Not really! There will be a live in carer waiting to see to her every need. Great grandfather is 'spent'.