As you are reading this, I'll assume that are at least mildly interested in the life of this seemingly unexceptional hobbit. Which incidentally is far more than his family is, who at best are completely indifferent. In fact being as he is the youngest of ten siblings, often his parents overlook the fact that he is indeed their son.

Jimmbob's childhood was, as you can imagine, not an easy one. It consisted of always getting the last scraps of food at dinner time, tenth-hand bath water, and of course a constant stream of hand me down clothes. Now some years this wasn't so bad, but poor Jimmbobs seventh year was spent wearing his sister Daisy's collection of no longer fitting dresses.

I think by now you know our hero well enough to not be calling him by his full name. He does prefer to simply be called Jim, or bob, although when he was seven he was often called Rose, on account of the pretty flowery dresses he was sporting. Infact at the Woodhall summer faire, he turned a few young lads heads, until they noticed that he had rather hairy feet for a lass.

Young adulthood has been no easier for Jim, on returing home from his twenty first birthday party. I say party, he had taken a walk to The Bird And Baby inn, and had gotten into a heated debate with a patron (who turned out to be a boot salesman from bree) about the merits of wearing shoes, resulting in Jim buying a pair of fluffy winter boots. Anyway, his parents refused to let him in upon his arrival home as they swore blue that they were sure they only had nine children. The bounders were called, who sided with his parents, saying that no one from these parts would be silly enough to wear anything on their feet, let alone thick furry boots in the middle of the hottest summer in living memory.

Not one to linger on negative thoughts, Jim shrugged his shoulders at his bad luck and set about heading to bree and finding the boot salesman to demand a refund.

This my friends is how you find young master Jimmbob.