Welcome

I hope you're not lost and have taken any route out of wherever you've just been. Maybe you arrived following the selections of an over-zealous search engine.   If you're just browsing and fear that, like a migrating bird you may have fluttered down to a friendly-looking resting place, only to find yourself being blasted at with guns more suited to siege-warfare by local "hunters", then fear not.   No bleeding-edge plugins, berserk status bars, irksome popups, needless cookies or massive graphics here.   Rest your wings and make yourself at home until, exhausted by its meanderings, you have a desperate need to hit any link out again ...

"Where Have I Arrived?"   Good question. The answer is attempted below.   "What's Here?"   Quite a bit, as it happens. BobMoCo is split between the more serious Middle-earth Glossary which (like the tale) has grown in the compiling, and the less serious, which is where you are now.

Bob & Mo live in Seaford, East Sussex, a quiet town on the English Channel, but they like it. So do their Feline Family.

Bob is a former civil servant who worked for nearly a quarter of a century in a Government Department in London.   Computers were thrust upon him. He started by managing a mainframe database project, and first encountered a PC when one was dumped on his desk. Much to his surprise he liked computers and is on his fourth home PC, though technology still races ahead of him. He now works with a local firm, Marco Trailers.

Mo has three daughters.   Louise lives in Sheffield with her partner, Simon, and children Lauren & Alex.   Emma is in Seaford, with a young son, Jack.   Helen, the youngest, has two sons - George & Morgan - and a daughter, Lily.

The BobMoCo HQ On guard on the garage is Hawkeye The StoneCat. The VaneCat is Heathcliff. The structure on legs through the side-gate is the Cats' Hut, created with bits of wood & imagination to keep them warm in winter. It has a window & porch, is fully insulated and they use it all year. There's no gate on the left because Bob reversed through it. It seemed easier to leave it gateless thereafter.

The house is essentially a brick box, designed in 1948 around a grand piano by two ladies as their retirement home, and so has some idiosyncrasies. The main room, with it's "piano-nook", is acoustically dead (unless you install a couple of 200W amps & turn up the volume). The internal walls are of "breeze-blocks", and you need a hammer-drill to put up a picture-hook. Originally you walked past the back door to get to the front door.