Monday 20 January 2014

The Ghost Writer and the Chaos of Life in a Real Universe

Many of you might have been thinking . . . . . HANG ON where has that Rob Z Tobor chap vanished off too, it is not like him . . . . .  And true enough it is not like me to vanish from the dark voids of cyberspace without warning, however as with all things in the universe, all things are linked in some way. In my case things are rather closely linked the fortunes of the Ghost Writer, when I say fortunes I refer more to the events of his life rather than a fortune as in money terms as he is a penniless shambolic waster.  Anyway the point is, if all is a bit chaotic for the Ghost Writer then all is chaotic inside the strange alternate universe of Rob Z Tobor, it is the way things are.



You see Mrs Ghost Writer the wife of the Ghost Writer (a deduction I suspect you can work out yourself) was whisked off to hospital on Friday morning after a couple of days of rather extreme pain with  acute Appendicitis. They then operated on her on Saturday, I think the plan was to do the op on Friday but due to a little flurry of emergencies the operating schedule sort of got scrambled.  To add to the complexity of this was the fact that the Ghost Writer has had major car problems which got more complicated when  the Ghost Writers car made a huge bang only a couple of miles from the garage as he was driving it home having been repaired. Luckily this was not as bad in the end as it appeared and the main result is a very noisy indicator, however the original fault occurred on the Saturday while he planned to visit Mrs Ghost Writer so he used our car instead.  Unfortunately it had a major power steering fault at the hospital and the Ghost Writer had a bit of a fight to get the car and himself and Mr F home.  Not helped by power steering fluid dripping onto the front tyres making the car a bit scary to keep in a straight line.

Luckily Mr F had already planned to arrive up on Friday so as he arrived to see Mr and Mrs Ghost Writer on Friday morning they were able to say . . . . . See you later Mr F we are off to the hospital . . . .  As I have already mentioned the Ghost Writer is a penniless shambolic waster and to that we can also add scatty forgetful and disorganised, so Mr F being about I’m sure was rather helpful.

So why have I managed to return tonight, well you see Mrs Ghost Writer is recovering and all being well will be home tomorrow, Mrs Ghost Writer has had a lot of operations over the last thirty years so there were slight complexities to the op, but all looks good at present. So the Ghost Writer is a bit more chilled. Mr F has now headed home as he has many things to do himself. And at least one car appears to be sort of working almost allowing the Ghost Writer to get about.

In turn it now means I have a small window in the chaos of daily life to sit and write my diary, It has all been a little more complex (that’s Life), than we would all want it and that means free time has been minimal. Diaries strangely never get written when loads and loads of stuff is happening due to a lack of time, ironically the very time you need to write a diary to keep track of stuff.


Mind you I don’t think anyone has really noticed I was gone . . . . . the nice Mr Steven Spielberg will not be impressed by that, I will have to reduce my fee again . . . . . DAMN

10 comments:

  1. I missed you Rob. I always look forward to my daily dosage of Rob Z Tobor. However I am more than willing to forego the usual updates if it means Mrs Ghost Writer get her obligatory brown paper bag of grapes that have been half eaten on the way to the hospital because you were a bit peckish.
    Hope everyone is okay and getting better.
    It was no fun when Mrs H broke her ankle, I was up and down the A5 so much I wore a groove in the road!

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    1. Thanks Mr H I now hope to slowly catch up on other folks blogs. . . . It is surprising just now much time can vanish when a hospital is involved and you have about an hour travelling each way. With luck tomorrow will bring normality one step closer. . . . OK normality here can be a bit odd but I think you get the idea.....

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  2. Welcome back Rob you were missed about the place

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    1. Many Thanks Mr Squid it is very kind of you to say so. Life can have its little moments that's for sure.

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  3. Wishing Mrs Ghost Writer a speedy recovery. Glad you're back, I'd wondered where you'd got to.

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    1. I have been fighting the battles of reality Miss Laura . . . . . . . It is just like struggling against the dark forces, but without old clever dick Mr Potter and his commercial tenancies.

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  4. I missed you Rob. Let's hope Mrs Ghost Writer recovers quickly and you can stop destroying so many cars.

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    1. They sort of fall apart in my hands Mr Addman . . . . . . Cars are not what they were two hundred years ago

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  5. Someone needs to make an operating system that messes up in random ways on a random schedule and name the OS 'K', then it would be K OS chaos.

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    1. Kan a K OS system Kause Khaos beKause it sounds Klearly Khaotic . . . . . with a big K

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