Andy Murray looses at Wimbledon... Chicken denies involvement in betting scam

Today was the men’s final of the Wimbledon tennis and there were great expectations of the man from Scotland Andy Murray he won the first set I noticed on the wireless; then I sort of lost interest. I have to admit to not being a fan of such things and was showing a bit of interest because he is the first Brit in a final for seventy odd years, he is also a Scot “Away the lads” and finally the Chicken had said he had found a way in through a hole in the fence and was planning to hide out under the umpires chair and watch.

 Anyway I switched on the radio later expecting to hear of Andy Murray's great win only to hear he was about to loose. Apparently he said afterwards that he was distracted by a bloody chicken on centre court. The chicken says it was not him, but I have seen a photo on the internet which is very suspicious indeed.

We have also pinned down the issue with the main power tripping out in the house, it appears to be linked to the central heating system. Well I say the central heating system because it appears this is where dad has also connected his rain machine hoping that no one would notice he has powered it up yet again. Mum has told dad he is an IDIOT and is torching it with the flame thrower as I speak (type) yet again.  

The chicken is celebrating with raspberries and ice cream after a rather substantial win on who would win the Tennis. The dog says they were fairly confident (him and the chicken) that Andy Murray would loose particularly as he does not like chickens, although the chicken is yet again saying it was not him (her) but a similar looking chicken. I have to admit I can’t tell the difference between chickens so he (her) is probably telling the truth… Mum just said IDIOT again now?

The Empire of Rob and principles of equality

Time appears to be going faster than I have anticipated today, I think it is because it has been mainly sunny. When I say mainly, we did go to Montgomery craft fair day but it was raining there and parking was a bit of a problem too so it was not a long visit. However we did get to see Mr Michael famous artist and co founder of the 56 Group which I have mentioned previously I think a few days ago. And we managed to see a few folk before we departed back to home where it was still warm and sunny. We are still tracking down the cause of the electricity problem, we know what is working but there are a few things to be powered up yet. If we can isolate it then I will fix it with the flame thrower and a hammer, I find that is rather a good solution. I might have to use that idea on the squirrel who has mastered the art of removing the bird feeder from the tree and hurling it at the wall, like some sort of nut case.

The Empire of Rob

I am now the proud King (well sort of) of my own kingdom called the Empire of Rob it is presently very small but like all empires with some nutrients and care and attention it will grow into something much larger. It is in the care of the government of the Empire of Rob and its President Mr ESB, My own title is purely ceremonial I do not have a lot of power; that is very much in the hands of Mr ESB, Mrs ESB and Cooper. Luckily for Mr ESB, Cooper will always vote with him so they have a two thirds majority. Mrs ESB has complained of Bribery saying Cooper has been seen getting treats that have not been declared officially and should forfeit his right to vote, but this has been put to a vote and was rejected by a two thirds majority. This is the way of democracy; the Empire of Rob is a fair land with a young fledgling legal system based on principles of equality sorry I mean the pineapples of equality….  

Hang on it has just started raining now where did that lot come from

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Floods, Power cuts and a pineapple

Today has been an interesting day; it appears the gods did bring forth the wrath of rain in abundance. Where we live this was in the form of steady heavy rain, never really terrible but relentless all day long.  It meant that we got to try trout tickling in the geography room and some rather exciting cave diving in the school cellars, while form 9FR challenged the upper 6^th to a boat race up the main corridor.

The  Ghost Writer said he have a fairly uneventful day in the grey of the grey office, until he had to go home then as he was driving he found himself in the chaos of at least one hundred metres of floods not far from Newtown. But he is good with floods and got through them OK. As he says if people just chill and drive nice and gentle and don’t go at it like a bull in a china shop it is easy, but the masses do like to drive through floods at speed and flood their engines with the spray.

Anyway our only headache has been our electricity tonight it kept tripping out. We still are not sure why, and have tried isolating various things to work out what is happening. At present the solar panel system is off but we just can’t be sure what the problem is. Even dad was unable to conduct his lightning conductor experiments today so we can’t blame him. It is now just too dark to try things because if it all trips now it will be well dark and then we will trip. Still it could be much worse as many people in Britain have had their housed flooded and it is only going to get worse as the floods move down stream.

On a lighter and far sunnier subject my good blogging friend Mr ESB who lives over in the USA is growing a pineapple which he hopes to make the first ROB Z TOBOR Embassy. MrESB is very kind and like my other loyal followers from the USA back on FB, Captain Nessman and Miss Elaine, tolerate my strange quirky eccentric British ways. My British followers see this as normal; sadly due to five years of strange weather most folk over here have lost the plot now and gibber a lot, clutching umbrellas. Throwing rocks at the TV weathermen and eating duck sandwiches in revenge…..  

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The moon, the sun, the pirate and the spy.

The sun shone today it was a lovely sunny warm day, normally in July we would all say so what it is July in the Northern hemisphere so what’s the big deal, after all you whinged about the heat wave then whinged about the rain so what is the problem.  Well the thing is the weathermen on the wireless on the BBC are telling us that the gods plan to throw their entire wrath at the UK tomorrow bringing forth the rains of hell. As it happens Napoleon Beelzebub says it never rains in hell it is just too hot, but I think he just being a bit picky with words.

So as I write we have a blue sky and swallows going tricks like triple somersaults round the power lines nibbling the odd insect as they do. I’m thinking well is it or is not going to do as the weathermen say should I get everyone to dress up in sou'wester jackets, boots, hats, gloves and all the stuff we did last time which just lead to disaster.

Earlier today Miss Fionaski the Famous Russian Spy called by to show us her new spy shoes with the secret hidden compartment in the heel, which is secret and I must not tell you about……… AH sorry. Mum says IDIOT. She was telling us of the secret mapping of the moon she has been doing on her trusty Russian Zorki 4K regulation spy camera, and how her undercover work has found out what has happened to the weather in the UK. It appears Captain Nessman of the High Seas has run off with summer and left us with all the rain.  I did tell Miss Fionaski that I knew that, but I was sworn to secrecy by Captain Nessman, comrade at arms upon the high seas HAR HAR HAR HAR HARDY HAR.   

Anyway I must away now and look at the sun before it vanishes to be replaced by huge black clouds, thunder, lightning, wind and wild things. Just in case anyone is wondering by the way dad would like to point out he has unplugged the weather machine and it is covered in canvas sheets, apparently it does not work very well in the rain. So he says its not his fault…. 

Please note they do use the odd swear word