Monthly Archives: February 2026

Fragile, handle with care

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How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

As I reach my half century, I can say I’ve seen and experienced a lot life had to offer, watching new life arrive into the world, and watched people leave this world. Ive even had a few NDE’s (near death experiences) myself. I’ve seen and experienced things, most people fortunately will never do. All these things have given me a perspective on life, that it’s fragile, and despite what we all think, when your times up, it’s up. No amount of bargaining, or anger etc will change it.

Despite all these events, and their consequences. its helped me to find peace within myself through a mixture of Wicca & Buddhist practices.

Round Tuit

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Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.

There’s lots of things on my to do list, that don’t get done…

What I need is something my grandma had for situations like this. You need a Tuit, but more importantly a round one. Like this

A round Tuit

That way there’s never the same old excuse of, I’ll do it when when I get a round tuit.

The Duvet Heist (Togs 11)

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It’s the middle of the night,
And I’m here, half-frozen,
Lying in the icy abyss of my side of the bed,
While she
The Duvet Bandit
Sleeps like a queen on her fluffy throne,
Curled up in the warmth of her stolen kingdom,
Oblivious to the tundra she’s left behind.

Each night it’s the same.
I think tonight,
Maybe tonight,
I’ll win the war.
I’ll slip under the duvet,
Feel the warmth,
Pretend this battle’s mine.

But she
She moves like a ninja in the dark,
A half-sleeping contortionist,
Tugging the duvet with the grace of a thief,
Taking the heat,
Leaving me with nothing but the cold,
A crisp reminder of her skill.

I could protest.
Start a midnight negotiation
“Hey, that’s my side!”
But look at her
Blissfully unaware,
Curled up,
In her fortress of fluffy dreams.
She doesn’t even know she’s won.
She’s in heaven,
And me?
I’m freezing,
But I’m smiling.

This
This is love.
This is the dance we do,
Night after night.
Her stealing the duvet,
Me, the coldness.
But somehow
Somehow
Her happiness wraps around me like a blanket too.
A little warmth in the chaos.

So I let her have it,
Let her keep it
The duvet,
The warmth,
The night.
Because in the morning,
She’ll stretch,
Give me that sleepy grin,
Like she’s just done me a favour.
“Thanks for lending me your half.”

She may steal the duvet,
But she never leaves me cold.
Because at the end of the night,
It’s not the duvet that keeps me warm,
It’s her love,
Her laugh,
Her way of finding her way back to me
Even if it’s just to swipe a little more.

(c)BobChristian

(Legal: Mrs Bob may or may not be guilty of duvet and or blanket theft)

Rubber keys

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Write about your first computer.

My first computer was purchased in 1982 for the princely sum of £175, which was a lot of money back then but it was so worth it…

The ZX Spectrum 48K was the home computer that made the future feel like it had suddenly arrived in your living room. It packed colour graphics, crisp sound, and a full 48 kilobytes of RAM into a machine small enough to fit on a desk. Its rubber‑keyed charm hid a surprisingly capable system that opened the door to programming, gaming, and creativity for an entire generation. I had loads of coding books and remember coding for hours to play things like pong. While it pails in comparison to my current complete (Razer) it was the spark that started my love and curiosity of gaming.

I still have my Spectrum and all the books and tapes, (yes games were on tapes back in the day) stored safely in my office, as a reminder of happier carefree days.