Bog Boy: I love you pieces of bobs
Me: To bits of pieces?
Bog Boy: No bobs of pieces
Me: Bits and bobs?
Bog Boy: No pieces and bits
Me: Not just I love you lots?
There is silence from Bog Boy and he just looks at me as if to say: You clearly don't get this do you.
I enjoy our conversations in the car I find them edifying and illuminating and just sometimes puzzling in a warm and woolly way. The rest f the journey he listened to Train: Calling All Angels one of his favourite songs...