Rob is being really tidy, it’s really weird. A bit like when you are a kid and you spot one of your teachers outside of school hours, and they are wearing normal clothes, and look like they may even lead a normal life, and you have to re-assess everything you thought you knew about them.
The frames are all displayed together. I have been trying to convince Rob we should go a step further and size order them. This made him shudder.
I am glad he didn’t bother putting them into size order. It would have been too weird. And this way I know Rob is still Rob, unlike Miss. Scholes who I could never see in the same light after I saw her in jeans.