Bob's Blog Page 71
You are reading Page 71 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
Tuesday 1st September 2026.
An update for old and new readers.
The world doesn't know it yet but The Robert Jones Concept will, one day be the prime source of energy on the planet.
Great Grandmother and great grandfather are planning to jive at The Bookham Jazz Club at The Old Barn Hall next Sunday lunchtime so see you there?
And if that doesn't happen we'll be in the bread bin!
Wednesday 2nd September 2026.
Pacemaker check yesterday so at least something works!
Thursday 3rd September 2026.
A rather special day for doddery old great grandad so thanks to Cherry. A respite visit to The Barley Mow and old haunts in and around Bookham was great but too much dreaming is pointless so what will tomorrow bring, a change of live in carer for one. Lucky?
Saturday 5th September 2026.
Live in carer Laurie was brought up on a ranch in Illinois, she rides horses, likes Willie Nelson and play's the guitar so what's not to like?
Great grandfather is considering life in the bread bin. Or maybe enter the scarecrow competition at Cobham Garden Club.
Monday 7th September 2026.
The above is a towering multi trunk Leylandi tree gone berserk and hovering above Bob's Cosy Corner, it's in a neighbours garden. (Nobody reads this blog, except you of course.) Anyway, 30 odd years ago the lad who used to live next door constructed a tree house and lashed it to the trunks with nylon rope. The nylon rope strangled one of the trunks (see arrow) restricted growth and now the top bit is thicker and heavier than the bottom bit and it's already leaning.
So, if Bob ends up in the bread bin you'll know the reason why.
Thursday 10th September 2026.
Now is the season for sprinkling grass seed on your bare patches so watch this space. Watching grass grow is great therapy!
This is Bob's bald patch prepared for seed sprinkling.
And below is seed sprinkled and watered, you won't see much difference unless you zoom in.
And for the really keen grass watchers (or gwitchers) Bob will be setting up a webcam so you can watch all day and all night. How exciting is that?
Saturday 12th September 2026.
Bob's bare patch is now covered with plastic fencing to protect it from all the critters. Impressed?
Reg at the ready!
You will have probabaly come to the conclusion that this old blogger has run out of ideas, dreams and ambitions. You may be right but but you never know!
Sunday 13th September 2026.
If it's your birthday today have a lovely day.
Monday 14th September 2026.
Following a very comprehensive hearing and sight test YFB has been declared deaf as a post and blind as a bat which is great? So great gran was right all along. Red Badge in the post, sorry Blue Badge!
What with the pregnant legs (aneurysms), heart block, pacemaker and brain bleed, what hope is there?
Wednesday 16th eptember 2026.
If you were responsible for a boundary fence and your neighbour screwed lethal looking spikes to the top designed to tear to shreds any foxy, squirrel or pussy paws that land on them without a by your leave, what would you do?
Thursday 17th September 2026.
If you found the above on your doorstep, including a few spikes that 'fell off' what would you do?
Friday 18th September 2026.
Being an inventive, practical and devious person YFB screwed a few bits of timber higher than the spikes so there you go. Now he doesn't have to look at spikes anymore and foxy, squirrel, and pussy will be over the moon, sorry the fence!
Meanwhile, Reg is checking out the local hostelries for a touch of respite.
And the breakfast facilities!
Sunday 20th September 2026.
Sunday 20th September 2026.
Opposite The Fairmile Hotel is the entrance to Cobham Free School. If you turn the clock back to 8am on Monday 24th September 1955 (71 years ago) you would see young Bob here cycling into Cottage Laboratories Ltd on his Hercules Kestrel racing bike for his first day of work and his engineering apprenticeship. He was 16.
If you turn the clock back to 1956 you would see young Bob here scooting into work on his Lambtretta wearing his black and white checked cloth cap.
If you turn the clock back to 1958 you would see young Bob here driving into work in his 1931 boxy Morris Minor.
If you turn the clock back to 1959 you would see n young Bob here driving into work in his 1933 stylish J Type MG.
If you turn the clock back to 1960 you would see young Bob here riding into work on his mate Tich's brand new BSA 250 motorcycle.
If you turn the clock back to 1961 you would see young Bob here driving into work in his 1955 soft top, split screen Morris Minor.
If you turn the clock back to 1962 young Bob had left.
Yesterday old Bob was dreaming.
And if you are following the fence spike saga above, the spikes have disappeared.
Monday 21st September 2026.
In case you've forgotten today is Autumn Equinox day which means that sunlight and darkness is even steven across the globe, unless AI buggers it up!