It's All About ME Me Me

I finally got round to posting again.

There were several reasons why I have not blogged over the last few days.

Firstly, to be honest, I just didn't feel like doing it, how's that for honesty.............  I felt like I just wanted to be quiet and be in my own little world. I know that sounds a bit fucked up, but it is the best way I can describe it.

Secondly, I am still feeling a bit low, the pills have helped quite a lot but generally I just feel pretty crap atm.

Thirdly, not much has happened to talk about, yes I know, that does not usually stop me ;).

Work has been surprisingly busy, the buggers keep giving me work to do, what's that all about ? Anyone would think I was trying to earn money or something.

The sleeping pills have been an improvement but tonight I must reduce down to half a pill instead of a whole one, I actually feel that tired I am hoping I will be able to sleep without any soon.

MT is feeling unwell, her usual downturn after taking her weekly meds, hopefully she will start improving as from tomorrow.

I have been trying to work out why I feel so down. For those that also suffer such periods of depression/stress etc I am sure there are others who will be like me and just not be able to identify any 'one' particular reason.

No doubt it is a combination of things, some I have considered and perhaps others I haven't a clue about.

I know I love my Owner and my family very much. I know that me being like this makes me and everyone around me unhappy. I know I do not want to feel like this. I know it will pass, it always does.

I also know it will only change when it has run it's course. There is no magic cure. Of course some serious retail therapy, a new bike or bits for my bike, continuous rampant sex (Oh I already get that), some serious hard play and lashings of humiliation, a mega holiday, retirement  etc etc all might momentarily quell the doldrums but this is an internal thing and things of the mind, even a simple little one like mine :) can take time to get back into the right mode.

I know this has probably been a very uplifting, fun to read blog  NOT.... but why shouldn't everyone else feel like crap as well ? only joking of course.

At least I still have my sense of humour, abeit a rather strange one. Take care all.

DIY, Beef and Sex

Happy Thanksgiving to all who are celebrating it today, hope you are all having fun.

Special thanks to Vixen for the 'hand turkey' sounds kinda dirty doesn't it ? I had a 'hand turkey' haha 

The erection is nearly complete.......the metal shed that is :) It is all done apart from some minor little bits, too damp to apply the floor sealant today so that was pesky.

Went to the DIY store and then did the dreaded supermarket shop....but Irish beef joints were half price so I asked MT if I could stock up a little. Thankfully she said yes and so I brought £40 worth which obviously would have cost £80....bargain. I have cut them into normal size joints and I will get 12 meals from them.It is times like this that I really love the fact I am the only carnivore in the house ;)

I cooked myself chicken and coriander curry with basmati rice tonight, accompanied by natural yoghurt and mago chutney. It would have been even better with a glass of wine but a) I have to get approval for alcohol and b) atm I can't drink because of the meds and I might be on the at Chrismas as well.........damn.

MT has not been feeling too great the last two days because of her meds, so I have escaped any hard use. I shall of course no doubt be providing sexual services to my darling Owner tonight............hopefully I shall be allowed an orgasm soon........hint hint.............yeah all chance of one has probably gone now.

Work and weather

I am feeling a bit better now that I am getting more sleep, although I am starting to wake earlier each day, now I seem to be quite awake by 6 am, then drop off again. During the day, usually around lunch time  I am still feeling incredibly tired most days.

Working outside in the frost this morning was a firm reminder of the winter work regime ahead of me. Even with the reduced work schedule, working outside for even half a week is quite daunting. I had 'almost' forgotten how cold I can feel even though I am working quite vigorously. Fortunately, in one respect, I had to cancel one job due to the weather, so I managed an extra hour with MT which was great.

When I was a firefighter I had to work outside in all sorts of unpleasant weather. The extremes of hot and cold are both equally onerous under the wrong conditions. I remember one winter night when I could not move my arms because my wet fire tunic had become frozen whilst I was holding a fire hose for several hours in pretty much the same position. On the other end of the scale, I remember other occasions where I was treated for dehydration and heat stress, to varying degrees of seriousness. There must have been many times when the weather was not extreme, but I guess we tend to remember extremes more than normalities.

As I rose through the rank structure in the fire service my operational contact became less and less. More of my time was spent in offices and meetings in warm rooms in the winter or cool rooms in the summer. I never forgot what it was like to work in those adverse conditions and strangely often felt a sense of loss over my comfortable environment.

I suppose in some ways I have often preferred less comfortable, more difficult things than comfier and easier options. To be 'comfortable' is of course great, but for me, having some discomfort provides more of a challenge and ultimately feels more rewarding.

I wonder if this has any relevance to becoming a slave?

Less to worry about as a slave.

I thought it might be fun to do a short list of things I do not have to worry too much about because I am property. and therefore have no final say over. The list is in no particular order -

What hair style to have.
What clothes to buy.
What clothes to wear.
What time to go to bed.
What time to go to sleep.
What time to get up.
What to waste my money on.
What I am going to do.
What I should or should not do.
When I will have sex.
Who I will have sex with.
How I will have sex.
How long sex will last.
Scheduling my time.
Where to go on holiday.
Deciding whether to go on a diet or not.
Deciding whether to have a beard or moustach.
How much I can spend on my bike.
Constantly changing my bike.
What underwear to wear, as I am not allowed any, except for special occasions.


Life is just so much simpler............apart from when I want my own way.

Being a bitch boy

In many ways there are ways in which being a slave is the same or very similar, regardless of the gender of either the slave or Owner.

From a physical perspective, there is one area where I feel perhaps a little more 'vulnerable' being a male slave with a female Owner.
This is a sensitive area for me........in more ways than one and it relates to being used by my Owner with her strap on and here is my reasoning;

• Her cock is always ready for action, any time, any place, anywhere.

• There is no need for her to be aroused to fuck me.

• She can attach virtually any size cock to her belt that she wishes, thus being able to vary the length as well as the girth (unfortunately) and this is a big one for me....usually just too big.

• Her cock never goes limp, she can orgasm and just carry on like nothing has happened. I know some men can do this but there is usually a limit. MT has no limit.
  

• Her cock never gets sore or bruised or damaged to interfere with it's use. She can be as rough as she likes free of personal consequence.

• Because it is synthetic there is hardly any give in it, thus the only thing that is going to yield is my arse.

• MT has a huge sexual appetite and is a vigorous lover and can virtually orgasm all day and night. Obviously this has an impact on my arse.

• When she has finished she often goes to sleep with me still impaled on her cock. This state of affairs then remains until she removes it, if she falls asleep I'm left helplessly mounted.....

On the plus side, there is no spunk to have to deal with, so that is one positive.

Sex slave, shed builder.

So far so good with the medication, sleeping pills are working although I have woken early in the morning but I can live with that. The anti anxiety pills ( I think it's them rather than the sleeping pills) are making me feel a little light headed and spaced... the spaced bit is good :) I am finding it quite hard to focus on stuff though, so I might talk even more crap than usual :).

Last night I performed my pleasuring of MT duty before quickly dropping off to sleep. This morning on waking, I performed more pleasuring duties, I am so spoilt.

Then I started putting our new metal shed together, with the help of MT, who mainly provided intellectual input. Her help was invaluable, she is such a smart cookie. She was able to work out how the bloody thing futted together.

Like many self assembly items, the instructions were a fucking joke, along with the illustrations. It would seem impossible to envisage how a small shed, 1m by 2 m could take so much time and effort. After 5 hours the base, walls and roof are completed. All that remains tomorrow is to fit the door frame, construct the door and fit it.. that will probably take another 5 hours Grrrrrrrrr.

Maybe this wasn't the best time to build the shed due to the stress, but we desperately need the storage space.Thank heavens for the pills ;)

This afternoon was, however, nice and relaxing. Guess what? I was allowed to pleasure MT again, she really does keep me busy. I am also lucky as I have my favourite, roast beef for dinner, with mashed potatoe and garden peas and thick gravy... fuck the diet.

Tomorrow we have the day together with only one chore that is imperative, the food shop. I am looking forward to some time with my Owner and I might even get to pleasure her some more.

PS Cut my hands a bit on shed sections, pleasuring MT is now painful, she is such an accomplished sadist.

Sleepy slave

Well the sleeping tablet worked. I was very tired anyway, but 30 minutes after I had taken it I went to bed and do not remember anything else. MT hasn't confessed to doing anything to me when I was out for the count, so I guess I was let off the hook. I think she was just glad to see me fast asleep and also it was good for her as I know I keep her awake sometimes.

Getting up for work was not so easy though, but I am only using the pills in the short term to try and get fit and back into the rythmn of sleep.

It is nice to be used by MT again. At lunch time though I got a quick spanking with the paddle as I popped into bed for a quick snuggle with MT and still had my socks on. My plea for leniency as I only had a short time to snuggle was unfortunately not sufficient reason (apparently) and buttocks were paddled. Fortunately, I had to get up soon afterwards otherwise I am sure 'other' nasty things might have happened.

I am still recovering from yesterdays activities.Sore would be an understatement, as would uncomfortable.

When MT strikes she strikes with passion, enthusiasm and vigour and she has the stamina of a team of adolescence boys.( this is of course a simile as I have no personal experience of  adolescent boys).I state this as I know what some particular readers are like ;) and just want to waylay any pervy comments on that score.

Medicine MT style

The much awaited doctor's appointment arrived today. Cutting a long story short, I am to stop taking the dreadful strong painkillers that make me ill, stay on the anti inflamatory ones, and now have mild anti anxiety tablets (no surprise there then) and some sleeping tablets for short term use because he says a lot of the issue is down to the perpetual lack of sleep owing to the pain in my knee. MT said it was good of the doctor to prescribe knockout rape drugs for her use.......and for only the cost of the prescription. Was this supposed to help with my anxiety ? Let me meditate on that.

This was also exactly what MT was hoping for from the consultation, so I'm not surprised. 

Once back home MT suggested a nice snuggle and relax in bed. Like the proverbial 'lamb to the slaughter' I got into bed, closely followed by wily MT. There was a snuggle, then a command to pleasure her.

Then I was instructed to find and put on the dreaded peach panties. I tried the old ' Oh I am not sure where they are'  routine, but of course it was just going through the delaying tactic motions that I knew would be useless.

So clad in peach panties....sorry no pics hehe, I was told to get across MT's knee and then I was spanked. As I lay over her knee taking my spanking without too much fuss I just knew what would follow. Sure enough, after about ten minutes MT went and fitted the strap on belt and I was ordered onto my side. She would have preferred to have me up on my knees but the poor left knee just will not bend at present without intolerable pain.

My panties were pulled down onto my thighs and I felt the wave of humiliation. So many times in my past have I done this to girls and now I am the one on the receiving end, it really is a fucking liberty. With my panties down and my cheeks parted all I could do was wait for the inevitable painful penetration. MT was gentle but forceful and all I could do was try and relax and take it......just like a 'wife' as she again told me.

There were of course numerous taunts by MT, I shall not bore you with the details (you will have to use your imagination). And of course I yelled and kicked as per normal. I was then teased over onto my stomach still impaled by MT and then given a thorough rough arse raping. After several orgasms (MT's of course) she finally finished with me. I was left bruised and very sore.

After a short rest it was time to go and do the supermarket shop.

Tackling problems.

A busy day at work..........no change there then.

Tomorrow MT is taking me to see the Doctor, feels a little like returning to my childhood.

We are going to see if there is anything they can do to assist with my mood swings and help with my pain in my knee. The pain is keeping me awake at nights and hence causing me to not get much sleep.It is also likely the anti-inflamatories/pain kilers I am on are adding to my problems, side effects include depression, tiredness, malaise etc etc.interestingly, they should not be given to people with asthma as they cause breathing problems.....and of course I have asthma, so perhaps I should not be on them in the first place.

The new work schedule is working from a practical perspective, whether it helps with the overall plan to give me less to do and provide more relaxation time has not had sufficient time to be tested.

Changing the subject completely, I received a spam email today from a company who had a special offer on a giant alumininium butt plugs by MEO.................perhaps my blog has travelled further than I thought.

I hope the Doctor does not want to look at my anus.....it is still recovering from MT's last onslaught.

Contradictions

Last night, I managed to escape any further use, MT was tired and so was I, so the only 'action' was sleep and my rump was given a well deserved rest.I have a feeling that MT was up for it but could see I was too tired, not that my tiredness saves me sometimes.

This 'slave' thing is quite a strange position to be in. On one hand I yearn for the physical use and on the other hand I am grateful for escaping such use. I want it yet, do not want it simultaneously, how strange that feels to me is something I guess I may never get used to.

In some ways I suppose it is part of what keeps everything alive and fresh. The never knowing what is going to happen next and being excited by that uncertainty and yet at the same time wanting to know what is about to happen or not happen as the case may be keeps me on my toes. I always feel aware of my vulnerability.

Then there is the strong desire to serve  and to please your Owner which on occasions is sometimes countered by the opposing internal 'self preservation' instincts.This is particularly the case when MT decides to physically use me very hard. My mind and body cries out for it to stop yet there is another part inside which says 'take it, please her, it doesn't matter about the pain , just take it'.

For me, in many ways slavery seems full of contradictions. Sometimes I crave the right to do as I please and yet when I am in that position I do not want it and crave the control. Sometimes fleeting thoughts of ' if she really loved me she wouldn't hurt me this much ' is countered by ' she hasn't hurt me for a long time I wonder if she still loves me ? '.

It is all so complex, so fluid , so puzzling, yet so fulfilling.

Bitch and Beach

What can I say.....it has been a busy 24 hrs. As can be seen by MT's input on here, she went on a little photo posting mission. My backside being the target, I think the photos reminded her to use it some more.

Thanks to those who made supportive comments about how spankable it looks, MT does not need that type of encouragement ;)

Bedtime was, shall we say, interesting. While pleasuring MT she suddenly decided to cane my anus. There was no warning about this dreaded activity, the thought obviously just occurred to her, probably because I admitted I was sore from the plug, and next thing I knew I was holding my cheeks apart while she delivered many hard strokes with the thin, stingy cane on 'her fuckhole'. I tried to stay in position but was 'dancing around' on the bed. MT said not to worry, any strokes that missed her desired target would not be counted. Apparently she has decided I am in need of anal discipline at present.

Then, not for the first time, MT made reference to 'treating me as her wife'. At great length, and in some fine detail she spent a long time explaining to me how I would be used if I was given the privilege of being allowed to be her 'wife'. Those who read this blog will no doubt of gathered that I am not, shall we say, a particularly stereotypical slave (although I am not totally sure what a 'stereotypical slave' would actually be in real life).

So being told about possible 'wife status', is shall we say, more than just a tad humiliating. Whilst this was occurring I was providing stimulus to MT's rather aroused clit, it was kinda scary just how wet this talk was making her. After some time, I was told 'get on your back bitch', so onto my back I went and MT used her 'wife' until she was satisfied.

She then rolled off, turned over and went to sleep......I am led to believe, as a wife, I should get used to this behaviour, ie being used and left wanting. I am sure some who read this blog may have some sympathy for my predicament.

This morning I was unceremoniously woken by the immortal words 'get on your front bitch', still half asleep I rolled over onto my tummy. I knew what the next instruction was  going to be, 'spread your thighs and stick your bottom up'. At least I was given lube before being given a very vigorous fucking with the hard long red dildo. It really is solid and and not only bruises but also causes friction burns. I got up with a very sore and very used bottom. How 'wifely'.

Then, we had a lovely trip to Blakeney.  It was great to have some nice relaxing time together as we have had a very stressful time lately. Time together to relax, unwind, and take in the scenery was very much appreciated and made a welcome change. We had some nice food, walked a long way, and MT took a few photos with her new camera.

Perhaps one day, as a lowly slave, I can aspire to this as my luxury yacht. Even slaves can dream.....

Blakeney is one of MT's favourite places. This will no doubt mystify my Antipodean readers in particular, who may not recognise this as the coast. And indeed it was extremely cold. But us Brits are made of stern stuff.

Tempting waters...

Glorious sands....

This is typical Blakeney 'beach' attire;

Fuck, I'm sexy in my beachwear

Hopefully the long walk in the Blakeney cold will have tired MT out a little and she will be fast asleep as soon as her pretty head hits the pillow........Hmmmmmm not gonna put too much money on that one.

Because I can

......And when he saw yesterdays he nearly choked on his pancakes. It was really funny

Again I say, he's so cute when he's sleeping.

Catch up

Firstly, my apologies for yesterday's pic, I hope you had all eaten before viewing. I just logged on & found it much to my surprise. MT informs me she  decided to do this as 'she didn't see why my loyal readership should waste their effort just because I was being a huffy little bitch and not posted on my blog for a few days'.

Second apology for lack of blog posts lately, I am just such a bad boy ;) I have been too tired, too stressed and in too much pain. And ok, too stroppy.

Boring bits : MT has decided enough is enough and has made an appointment for me to see the Doctor next Thursday, she will accompany me. Just to make sure everything is covered ie pain from my knee, my volatile moodiness recently, and my continuous tiredness.

After pleas from others as well as myself MT has graciously stopped playing 'Florence and the Mechanics' quite so constantly. Thank fuck. Who gives a fuck what the water gave you?

Last Night : bedtime, told to lay on tummy, Njoy unceremoniously inserted by MT, told to roll over and bring off owner. Job done, MT went to sleep first, thus I could not ask if I could remove plug, therefore went to sleep with plug firmly fitted as I did not want to risk MT's wrath by removing it without permission. Groan.

Today : Laid a base for a new metal shed, which MT insisted we purchase as I have taken over the lean to with my tools. I was then allowed a nice ride out on the bike which was shorter than I wanted because knee was painful and it was a wee bit chilly......and the roads were damp/wet so had to go slower than I like to...damn.

MT took me to bedroom this afternoon, the dreaded plug was fitted again and is still in, nice and uncomfortable as I am sitting down writing this......yes thanks for the sympathy, I can just hear it all...NOT..

I was instructed to pleasure MT to orgasm, then told to lay on my back while she used her dildo to bring herself off some more while she slapped me. Or as she put it 'lie there on your stuffed little arse while I wank myself on my dildo, bitch'. And they say romance is dead.

Then it was time for dinner, I was permitted a glass of wine and MT made me her scrummy pancakes :)

Tomorrow, now here's the thing. I have offered to take MT to one of her favourite places, Blakeney Point in Norfolk. BUT.......... MT has said  that as much as she wants to go to Blakeney, she also thinks it might be beneficial for me if we stay home all day and she 'tortures' me to remind me of my place and to make my rear very stretched and sore, there has been threats of the dreaded scalding.

Strangely enough, I have been trying to steer her towards the trip to Blakeney Point, fuck knows why :)

Hush, hush



He looks so cute when he's sleeping - don't you think?
~ Posted by MT



Torture

I am being mercilessly tortured by MT and have been for three days in a row now.

MT is relentlessly and without mercy, constantly playing her latest CD..........'Ceremonials' by Florence and the Machine and in particular, the track 'What the water Gave Me'. WTF?

It is pure hell, I just wish I had a safe word.

In revenge I keep referring to the artist as 'Florence and the Mechanics'.

I complained of brainwashing, but she invokes Ownerly privilege and also replied that 'it is revenge for my constant chatter about motorbikes and me watching TV programmes that drive her crazy.'

I knew there would be a downside to the reduced working hours...........more torture time available for MT to amuse herself with.

Being difficult

The new work schedule is well underway and already I am feeling a little less stressed and a little less tired.

Due to my recent behaviour, I am still not flavour of the month, but that is only to be expected. I have never had too much time for people who do not accept that there are usually consequences to their actions or behaviours.

The old adage ' If you can't do the time, don't do the crime' seem relevant to me. In the fire service I used to know all of the rules, but chose to bend some and break others. I always knew what I was doing and I also knew ( if I got caught or challenged ) that there would be consequences. Thus it was up to me to either tow the line or suffer the consequences. There were very few times I towed the line on issues that were important to me.

Diplomacy and tact have never been very used tools in my toolbox, of course I have known I should use them sometimes and that they would probably be the best method of getting close to what I wanted to achieve, but somehow, that type of approach seemed too antithetical to my core being.

There have been odd occasions in my life when I have bit my tongue and not said what I truly felt, and afterwards I have regretted it so much that I have seldom repeated the experience. It drove me crazy, feeling like I had taken the easy way out, almost like I had been a coward, silly, but that is how it made me feel.I felt like I had betrayed myself, I had been untrue.

Of course, there is a difference between knowing right from wrong and a difference when people do not know what they are doing. Often people have criticised me more than they would others, because I have known what the expected 'right thing to do ' was , but actively chose to take the opposite or an alternative path.

I suppose many of my traits are somewhat antithetical to O/p, but somehow I find a sense of belonging in our O/p relationship and a sense of safety and overall contentment. It is a rocky road and often an uncomfortable journey, but it is also fulfilling.

I have often thought that the most precious things are those that are the hardest to attain.

Imperfect slave

A big thank you to everyone who made lovely comments about my blog, it really is appreciated.

I think many people would imagine that this lifestyle is very different to what it actually is. It is funny how it all seems to just 'be'. Of course each of our dynamics are unique.

The 'normal' things that happen in a person's life all continue to occur, bills, work, sickness, birthdays, deaths, stress, strain, accidents, too much to do and too little time to do it in etc etc.

Unfortunately, (in this house) there are other 'normal' things that happen just like in some other types of relationships. Things such as, getting miffed with the other person every now and again, disagreements on things, views of injustice, being hard done by, not being understood, not getting what you wanted, feeling overworked, undervalued etc.

The matters in the previous paragraph should not 'technically' occur in an O/p relationship, it could be argued that in an O/p relationship that such behaviour from the property is totally unacceptable. Some might say that such behaviour should lead to their demise as property and 'technically' one might agree.

Of course, everyone is entitled to their opinions on this aspect. My view is relatively simple, I am a human being, I have feelings, emotions and behavioral patterns. I have a core personality and I have a response mechanism triggered by many things, one of which is my reaction to events/circumstances. I am far from being a perfect human in so may ways.

Thus as a human, I will often fuck up, I will get moody, snarky and even hostile. I will sometimes act in virtually the opposite way as to how a property should act. In my opinion this does not exclude me from being property, it may mean I am a badly behaved piece of property but I am still property.

I have a vested interest in my opinion and I fully understand that most people, including MT sometimes would see this as being unacceptable and 'technically' I agree. But I have always been a person more interested in the practicality of situations rather than the theoretical standpoint.

Controversially, I also think that sometimes Owners do not make the best decisions and are sometimes prone to make mistakes and that is also fine, because, contrary to some people's views, they are also human and thus also prone to human frailty. This paragraph may cause Internet mayhem and calls of bad slave from across the globe, there may even be a contract put out :).

I am not making excuses for why sometimes I am not a good slave or sometimes why I act nothing like a slave should, I am just trying to explain why I am sometimes like I am. I know it is wrong to behave like that, I apologise for my behaviour afterwards and I am always very sorry for my actions (even when I have felt I have been in the right). But I do think it is 'normal' and though it is not technically acceptable behaviour I do think it is something that should be expected sometimes. Of course if it happens frequently enough then that is perhaps a different matter.

Even during the roughest times with MT, I still always feel like her property (I know MT will nearly choke on that) but it is how I feel. I can shout and holler and feel like everything is wrong, but it does not make me want to not be her property anymore, it just means I am pissed off at that moment and I am crap at holding it in.

It is something I would love to be able to change about me, especially as it really upsets and annoys her. It also upsets and annoys me, but somehow it just happens.

So I am genuinely sorry for the times I piss off and/or upset my Owner, but being sorry is not enough really, because you can only have so many sorries in any type of relationship. So I shall have to persevere and try to behave better, but it is so hard when I feel aggrieved by something.....cos I am always right ;)

Another quiet day

I just want to clarify that when I said on yesterday's blog I was on my third book, I meant third book of the week, not third book ever. Even I don't read that slowly.

Another quiet day, only a couple of hours work this morning and the rest of the day spent relaxing, apart from a little house cleaning.

Having lived on my own a few times I am quite lucky that the domestic stuff comes quite easy for me. I have also been lucky to have some good cooks to teach me the necessary culinary skills.

MT's back is better, not right, but better, so that is good, back's can be so tricky and painful.

It is really great having so many female followers on my blog. I have been quite surprised by it. I know a few, who particularly like to read about me getting a hard time :) so posts like this one must be rather boring.

I am going to make a conscious effort to read a few more of other people's blogs, I read a few of the 'followers' to my blog and really enjoy them.

Quiet time

It has been a fairly quiet time here over the last few days. MT hurt her back while sitting down having a coffee, well those cups can be quite heavy. Joking aside, her back went into spasm whilst she was in a cafe and I had to go and pick her up.

Meanwhile, I have been busy doing all the usual things like work, housework, shopping and some cooking. I have also continued my reading frenzy, now on my third book which is ' The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo' by Stieg Larsson. So far I am enjoying it, it was a slow start but is building up nicely.

Reading is a great way for me to relax.

The weather was crap today, loads of rain, so I got quite wet which was not much fun. Next up is book reading followed by a film on tv, life can be so taxing sometimes.