tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post1117714412578946100..comments2023-10-29T10:12:23.088+00:00Comments on ...The Slightly Eccentric Diary of Rob Z Tobor...: Something of no interest to anyone what so everRob Z Toborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570498194207996145noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post-9552483706322154632015-12-31T15:50:44.904+00:002015-12-31T15:50:44.904+00:00Miss Lily I remember that I did have one but I can...Miss Lily I remember that I did have one but I cant remember what or where it is now . . . That is the thing with hidden messages they are fine while you remember but once you cant then it might appear that I look like an IDIOT. <br /><br />I often put things in a safe place at home but I can never remember where it is. Luckily I seldom throw stuff out so I know it is all save. I just tend to find the wrong thing at the wrong time and them can not remember where the wrong thing was when it becomes the right thing.<br /><br />I was maybe saying something like dont look at the average in an average way and treat each new thing with excitement, even a soggy biscuit.<br /><br />Mr Jones would say . . . Always face the unknown Naked . . . Although even he would agree it can all end up in the local police station at times<br /><br />Maybe the message was never eat a cat naked Rob Z Toborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03570498194207996145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post-23058072716091496982015-12-31T15:27:14.075+00:002015-12-31T15:27:14.075+00:00I don't remember reading this the first time a...I don't remember reading this the first time around...so, don't keep me in suspenders, what's the hidden message Mr Z?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06418601369080683210noreply@blogger.com