Bob the Lawyer

Not the best picture ever but here he is, Bob. Holding in his hands the affidavit for my divorce.

The puzzled look is due, in the main to me having pointed out that I am not resident at Murphy's Law and that J's month of birth is June, not July. "Are you sure he says?" Fortunately, using the wonders of modern technology we were able to have an amended copy winged across and its now done and dusted and will soon be on its way to the sheriff for approval.

Just as well I know him well! He really is not the lawyerish type!!

I first met Bob when he has a flatmate at uni of the soon to be ex Mr Life in Fife. From there a friendship lasting over 30 years has blossomed. This has seen us through the various ups and downs that life throws at as and we have had many a good laugh and a good night in along the way.

When Bob was between marriages he was a regular Christmas day guest at ours as we did not like for him to be alone without his kids. New Years Eve would also see him as a guest at ours. His contribution was to cook pheasant with a curry stuffing and a brandy sauce. The problem was he would always forget one of the key ingredients for the stuffing and as it was, apparently, an old family recipe he would never reveal the contents to me so I could have the ingredients on stand by. It usually ended up with him on the phone to his elderly mother checking over what went into it! One year he got organised and brrought the recipe with him. Sad to say after a few glasses of vino he mislaid the recipe and had to wing it again.

I found the scrap of paper the next day and still have it secreted in amongst the pages of a recipe book! Naturally I have never told him