Life sucks....get a helmet

Funny old week, and not in the ha-ha fashion. Basically, started the week feeling quite happy and jovial about things and then it all went wrong for a number of people I know. These things do come in threes by the way..

Seems a bit odd in the circs if I blog about the fun me and T1 have had washing the car today, or the end of Ashes to Ashes, or the Sky HD box that nearly got lobbed out of the window last week. Resuming the normal nonsense delivery service next week therefore seems more appropriate in the circs.

Easter Chez Bobster

Woken up at 3.30am this morning to discover that the cats had decided to re-enact one of the arena sequences from Gladiator. 3 of ours had obviously taken on some Christian cat that came off second best, judging by the large pools of cat urine in the lounge. Super.

Snowed this morning, as it does at Easter, allowing for a brief spot of elementary snowball tutorage (aim for the coats, no throwing at people's eyes), followed by warm milk, damp trousers and a biscuit. Kids had a drink as well. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

The afternoon was no less homely, with MeWife making some vegetable soup (not for me, obviously) followed by an easter egg being shared between us all whilst sat on the sofa watching Harry Potter which, unusually, seemed to have a coherent plot. Shocking. Well, I say sat on the sofa, obviously T1 and T2 got up to stretch their legs every now and again, but then Harry Potter isn't exactly the Mr Men is it?

Funny, but with all the shops shut and rubbish weather, we still had a really nice day with the kids. Probably something to do with the simple things in life being the most rewarding. Alternatively, it's something to do with lots of chocolate, not having to interact with the general public and lounging around on comfy sofas.

And it's Lost tonight as well.

The Bus of Doom

Good evening from the sofa. Tonight, whilst munching my tuna steak, I shall be musing on the trail of misery and destruction wrought by this bus. It may look like an ordinary bendy-bus to you, but to people who rely on this thing, it may as well be the 666 to the tenth circle of hell.

Take going to work in the morning. If you get on this bus, you have to be prepared to spend 20 minutes staring into the faces of 3 dozen miserable grumpy commuters who clearly equate going to work with the sacrifice made by trench-bound soldiers in WWI. Judging by the looks on their faces, they clearly expect to be shot or maimed in the course of the day. I have therefore given up travelling on this bus, and walk to work instead (unless it's raining, natch). This is because I prefer to arrive at work without having had any joy sucked from my bones before the day has even started.

Going home however is a whole different world of pain. Firstly, each bus should be no more than 12 minutes apart. Occasionally, this can be true, but what the sign doesn't make clear is the fact that in the space of those 12 minutes around 4000 number 25 bendy-buses will go sailing by, only one of which may be full. Now, maybe Ken knows something I don't but it strikes me that people leaving the City at 9pm in the evening do not all want to go to Ilford. It strikes me that one or two of these surplus 25s might be diverted to 521 duty but, hey, what do I know. I'll tell you what I know: it is that by the time the fourth number 25 bus has gone by, you're not feeling warm and fuzzy.

This assumes of course that you actually managed to catch the bus and that the bus driver didn't see you running to catch the bus and didn't pretend he had already decided to close the doors and leave...

Stormy Monday

T2 has clearly got to grips with the bunk beds concept. Unfortunately, one unintended side effect is the fact that she can get herself up in the morning half an hour earlier. Joy.

Also took a day off today to get one of the cars serviced and take some old bits and bobs to charity shops ahead of starting the extension. Of course, I would pick the day a monster storm hits the UK to do this. I have also picked the day MeWife is ill with food poisoning. Fortunately the 6 speed monster machine and I zipped around in the morning sorting out the charity shops before the rain set in. Me Wife and T2 are now asleep and I am sat on the sofa supervising T1 this afternoon. T1 is currently sat watching Elizabeth Sladen and Tom Baker deal with some 1970s BBC mummies in "Doctor Who and the Pyramids of Mars". She likes the girl best apparently.

Didn't we all.

The End of the Cot

Today has seen the end of the cot which T2 has been bumping around in for the last few months. It can't be recycled either since T2 spent the past year rocking and warping the drop-down side section so it doesn't work anymore. As of this afternoon, the bunk beds should be in. How many days until one of them falls out? Join us on ThudWatch and find out..

New and shiny

This is a new building near where i work. Looks like the icing has started to melt in one corner to me.

Where was i tonight then?

Out listening to temple church choir thats where. Am now sat waiting for the 845 pm train to take me home.

View from the sofa

Guys and Dolls

Evening All

Evening All

Comfy Sofa Productions are proud to bring you the first Sunday night post from Bobster-Blogster. As I sit here waiting for Lost to come on (episode 5 of series 4, "The Constant", starring Desmond this week), I am feeling especially proud because I have managed to avoid spoiling this episode for myself by looking it up on the internet. That makes a colossal 2 out of about 50 episodes I have managed to avoid spoiling for myself, so no small achievement there I think.

The point of this blog is quite simple. Firstly, I have sod all free time in the week to write lovely thoughtful handwritten letters and to phone people for hours on end. I am a City lawyer and we don't do weekday free time. A good many of us don't do weekend free time either, but thankfully I'm not in that department. At the same time, it would be nice to let my relatives know something of what goes on down here at Bobster HQ. The rather curt responses people get when they phone me in the middle of about 8 different things can't be good for my image. As I write, I am already in trouble because I forgot to send a card to MeMum (today is Mother's Day). I bought the card, but it is sat in my desk drawer at work because I was busy on Thursday/Friday. I just about sorted out Mother's Day for MeWife let alone MeMum, so you get the idea about how busy I am at work.

The second point of this blog is to leave something for MeKids to look back on when I am either gone or senile and they wondered what Dad was like. It also doubles a short chronicle of their growing up before they stop posing for cutesy photos and start demanding more pocket money.

Finally, this is for MeWife, who also suffers from the "Fine/OK/Yes/No/Maybe" shorthand which doubles for much of my conversation during the week. As I sit here typing away, she is sat at the other end of the sofa watching Guys and Dolls which is her favorite musical. I recorded it on our Sky Plus box you see. Kids - look - Dad's considerate!

Naturally, being a public blog, no-one gets named on here, and I'd be grateful if anyone posting respects that policy.

Anyway, time to sign off. With luck, I'll post most Sundays with a run-down of the previous week's activities and a few exciting photos from my whizz-bang white-hot lifestyle. Examples of just some of the excitement which will unfold over the next few weeks include:

- the penalty notice from HMRC which followed a written invitation not to file a return (PHEW);
- the dismantling of a small child's wooden bed (WOW); and
- the extension of doom (COR).

Google better put some extra bandwith on for that lot.

See you soon

Bobster-Blogster.