Mr Bob Returns

I spotted Mr bob weeding one of his flower beds, yesterday. He's got a very strange method of weeding. He puts pieces of hardboard around the weed until it is totally surrounded. Then he pours boiling water down the middle. Seems complicated to me, but maybe I ought to try it!

If you are wondering why it's been a bit quiet lately, it's because Mr Bob is on holiday in Somerset. I only know because I was asked to feed Rambo. That's his pet tortoise. I also had to help him load the car. I've heard of people taking everything but the kitchen sink, on holiday, but this takes the biscuit! Mr Bob took a 32" TV on holiday and it wasn't a flat screen either. It took three of us to get it up on the roof rack. His mum wanted to take it to watch the soaps. I didn't think people went on holiday to watch TV!

Ties

I was talking to Mrs Bateman from across the road. She works in the Oxfam shop and said she had a visit from Mr Bob yesterday. Apparently, he was looking for ties. He went through a box of about 40 ties, trying each one on and looking in a mirror they have there. He ended up buying about 25 of them. When he had paid for them, he wouldn't take a bag. Instead, he hung all 25 round his neck and walked off home. I wish I'd seen that!

Socks

I almost forgot to say, yesterday Mr Bob was out hanging washing out to dry on his washing line. Nothing strange with that you might say. Maybe so, but the first thing that stood out for me was that all he hung out was socks. Secondly, every sock was carefully paired on the line, every pair looked different. Also, there were 114 socks. This might be silly and I might be silly for counting them, but that makes 57 pairs. That's like Heinz baked beans always says on the label, 57 varieties. That's probably just a coincidence - I hope! Anyway, I was going to take a photo of the socks, but Mr Bob sat out in the garden all afternoon, until he got up to take the socks of the line, carefully pairing them as he put them in the washing basket. Is this this strange behaviour or is it just my imagination?

Cutting The Grass

It's been very quiet on the Mr Bob front the last few days, but last night, an old favourite event returned. Mr Bob cut the grass for the first time this year. Why is that so strange? It's because it takes him the whole evening to accomplish the feat. He doesn't have a very big lawn and the actual  grass cutting only takes about an hour, but he will insist on trimming the edges by hand. To do this, he gets down on his hands and knees and clips every blade of grass that is out place with kitchen scissors! It's very funny to watch and it takes him forever.

It's Alive!

I was right, Mr Bob's tortoise is alive as I predicted. It was chomping away on some grass and lettuce this morning, enjoying the warm weather. Perhaps now, we can all stop worrying about some mysterious beast lol.

Mr Bob.s Real name

Someone wants to know what Mr Bob's real name is. This came about after he told me he had changed his name to Thatcher but he hadn't. His name is Robert Snortroll. I don't know why we call him Mr Bob. I think that's how it's spelt. I've never heard of it before. I think it might be Swedish, but I'm not sure. I tried looking it up but it translated to something rather unpleasant.