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Good morning Bob
Our cactus only gets watered during British Summer Time (once a week). It's been thriving for about 5 years now, not bad for a cheap Ikea plant.
So every year in the last Sunday in March we put the clocks forward and water Bob (that's what we call it, no idea why), then make yawning noises and pretend it's Bob waking up after months of hibernation.
This year we followed the yawning with expressions of surprise and spatial disorientation, because the new (larger) sofa made us move Bob while it was sleeping.
I'm 42, Stuart is 39, and I hope we will be just as silly in thirty years' time.
Monday 30 March 2009 at 5:45 PM
That story was just an elaborate way of telling us your new sofa has arrived at last, wasn't it!?
Woo… new sofa! I'm looking forward to sitting on it next weekend.
Oh – and good morning Bob.
x
Friday 3 April 2009 at 8:06 AM
At the time of writing I must point out that Stuart is still 38!
Friday 3 April 2009 at 8:27 AM
Ok. I stand corrected. Stuart is 38 years and three-hundred-and-sixty-odd days old. There.
Monday 13 April 2009 at 1:55 PM
Lol, made me chuckle :)
Funny, because I can really immagine you doing it ;)