Now don’t you good folk go worrying that this Mr Incredible thingy that a wonderful person, Christina, wrote about me is going to my head. You know, Bob Parr, family man, super-hero from the ‘burbs.
Crikey, this is incredible, you’ve forgotten haven’t you. My moment in the spot light and its slipped from your memory already…and it hasn’t even been 24 hours.
Your teachers were incredibly perceptive when they said , very bright, but needs to pay more attention to detail…
You can bring yourself back up to speed on it here.
Anyway, where was I, yes, don’t worry, there’s no chance of it going to my head, I’m far too incredibly modest to allow anything like that to happen.
And whilst I’ve got your attention for a moment or two, you’d have to admit that I am incredibly handsome. I just thought I’d put that out there, glad I got that out in the open for you, not that I’ve ever thought that myself mind you, never, no way, well not this week at least, not until this story appeared anyway.
In fact, so incredibly handsome that I can spend at least 10 minutes in front of the mirror
admiring grooming myself each day.
Don’t just take my word for it, ask an incredibly impartial person, like Fay, my mother.
And someone did recently suggest that I looked like Harrison Ford.
True, you’re right, it was my brother-in-law mumbling something about Indiana Jones and we’re both doomed when the girls find all these empty beer bottles in the morning…
Of course, I am incredibly strong, what do you think I’m doing up in The Shed at silly o’clock each day with my cape and face mask…
Isn’t that what super-hero’s do?
And my boss, god bless his soul, did say that he’s glad I’m an incredibly talented mountaineer
he’d believe anything I told him, to which he added that it is a blessing in disguise because I’m incredibly hopeless at trading currencies, but as he still needs someone around to send for coffee each day I should consider myself incredibly lucky!
That’s what I like about him, he’s incredibly generous when it comes to accolades about me…
And while I’m mucking around with this newfound
fame word it would be entirely wrong not to mention that I have an incredible family, Janet and TomO.
Strewth, didn’t I luck out there, hey?
Yes, I heard you, incredible you said, didn’t you!
TomO, truly an incredible miracle for both of us, in fact so much so it often brings a tear to our eye…
And, let me tell you, he’s an incredible trampolinist, an urban tramp!
Oh yes, he’s an incredible son, incredibly likeable, okay, yes, he is incredibly cute and the Cheltenham girls are already checking him out on the train on the way to school each day, but who is this story about anyway…so let’s move on!
And speaking of Janet, she is incredibly beautiful with an incredible tolerance, spirit and adventurous personality.
Mind you, as I write this she has this incredible look on her face that is saying Mr Bob Parr you’re going to come to an incredible and sticky ending if you don’t take the rubbish out before the garbage man comes this week…it’s a short story, incredibly, I forgot last week.
Strewth, that’s right she’s an Incredible as well, best I don’t push my luck, so I’ll get on with that little job right now.
But let me say this, if I ever get to the top of some of those incredibly high mountains I want to climb it will be an Incredible super-human feat, well for me, in any case!
So to all, thanks for your continuing interest and ongoing support in the adventures that we get up to…and be sure to hang around for a while, I’ll be needing all the support I can muster to get me up those mountains…