• Daughter out all day at her Saturday job

• Husband outside wielding a mastic gun whilst 'discouraging' bees from congregating around a crack in the masonry at the back of the house which they have suddenly decided is an ideal residence

• Son tearing out hundreds of sketches and doodles covering two years worth of, now otherwise worthless, chemistry notes ( Read more... )

We have been fortunate enough to have had song thrushes nesting either actually in our garden or nearby for many years. They are much appreciated for their snail culling skills plus their individual musical virtuosity. Two years ago we had one that regularly reproduced something akin to several bars of a recognisable Mozart aria from The Marriage ( Read more... )

Still here, but been busy tidying up and washing curtains since the window fitters departed two days ago. Just had the phone engineer in to re-route phone wire that used to come in through old front door's wooden frame, plus install BT Infinity. Painter is primed to come second half of next week to prepare and repaint all the high parts of the ( Read more... )

Day two. Confined only by the atrocious weather - rain, rain and yet more rain. Typical. It’s always wet when I have an appointment at the hairdresser. Finished painting son’s room this morning then made mad dash down the road for long overdue haircut. Troubles soothed by complimentary head massage. Alas, still pouring when I emerged three quarters ( Read more... )

I unlatch the large front-loader's thick glass door, peering into the cavernous metal drum to discover its hard limits. Oh my. It’s so much bigger than I’ve been used to. Wide-eyed I probe the shiny stainless steel, polished and pristine, the untarnished heart of the mechanism, with inquisitive fingers. This is where the hydrating process happens ( Read more... )

Part 2 of the thrilling new BDSM soap story...


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Slowly he unwinds the considerable length of shrink-wrap shrouding the object of my desire. I watch transfixed as tantalising glimpses became visible. Oh my. I do like a prompt early morning delivery. I want to reach out and touch, but know it is still forbidden. I frown. This handsome model is not mine to do with as I please quite yet - although ( Read more... )

So the Olympic torch passed through our soggy little town first thing this morning. I say 'the' Olympic torch, but there are so many of them that it really seems somewhat farcical. Daughter and I, being the only ones at home, were too lazy to get up early and go out in the rain to see it. Neither of us really not that interested in waiting in a ( Read more... )

...Or should that read 'Experiment ( Read more... )

Was roused from my musings over mid-life crises Rattigan-style, by partially hearing Mr T utter these words. Sounded rather deep and meaningful for him... possibly involving extreme physical and mental anguish... so I thought I'd better pay him some attention. But turned out that it wasn't anything profound. He was only talking about a potential ( Read more... )