" John says The Prof doesn't smile much and the picture would support that. I always sense an air of mild disapproval coming from over John's shoulder - about everything, including the rest of us in the Blogosphere. Not in a nasty way, more of a tired, almost resigned sort of way. I am sure he loves the animals really."
Now I have absolutely no doubt that the Prof loves the very bones of me. He is constantly amused by my clumsiness, finds my inability to pronounce even the most simplest of words rather endearing and always seems to be smiling ( albeit inwardly) when I have trouble dressing myself in an outfit which could be mistaken for something fairly smart..
But I, and the mundane things in life do exasperate him to such a level sometimes that I am sure that
one day his Roger Moore eyebrow will explode from the top of his head.
I guess that is part of his charm
He is poised and in control of his emotions in public and his work, whereas I adore a good emotional romp.
He finds blogging somewhat of an odd phenomenon and although I know he reads Going Gently more or less every day, he always does so with the general world weary air of " Whatever Next?"
To many he is a closed book, a common trait of many a man ...... He thinks that I run off at the mouth too much.
Yet we dovetail together rather nicely and have done for many years now......even though the sight of me wearing one more of my gravy stained walking Dead t shirts may yet put him a home for the mentally bewildered.