Himself was moaning last night about how hot and stuffy the bedroom was and did we really need the central heating turned up that high. So I struck my feet on him. The last time he moved that fast there was a spider crawling across the top of the sofa just behind his head. There was no need what-so-ever to use that sort of language either and why on earth would I what to wear a pair of socks when I can warm my feet up on him?

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I spent an hour playing with my website – I’ve discovered that I can add animation - Yipee! I’m certainly not adding the next part of James and Jay, which is proving to be a bit of a bugger to write. I keep trying things out, then thinking – nah…that’s not right and deleting it. To me this couple have got to be realistic – I mean they’re hardly likely to just jump into bed together. I’m pretty sure that not all gay man are at it like rampant rabbits on viagra as soon as they clap eyes on each other. I’m even surer that these two wouldn’t have the traditional story type D/P relationship – Jay is way too sure of himself to let James tell him what to do or not to do – so there you have it, my excuse for not posting the next installment. If you don't like that excuse you can choose between - isn't that an interesting picture, now how do I make it even more amazing, I needed to finish a game of Chuzzle or I had to feed the cat. Take your pick, there's something for everyone there.

The Gloria Pitzer’s quote just about sums me up:

Procrastination is my sin.
It brings me naught but sorrow.
I know that I should stop,
In fact I will – tomorrow!






Sunday's Sunset







I haven't changed either of these photos, the sky really was that colour. I did find out how to adjust the light settings on the camera - Yes, I could have read the instruction book but where's the fun in that.





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There was only one problem with sleeping away the best part of Sunday – the ironing didn’t get done. Now I think it’s fare to say that if you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you’ll have already worked out that I’m not the sort of person who pairs up socks or irons underpants - but even with that said I still had nearly two basket loads to get through last night. My Nan taught me to iron and I quite enjoyed it when it wasn’t something I had to do. I’ve even passed on this skill to both of my boys – I believe in equality – that and the fact I refuse to iron three shirts because someone can’t decide which one they want to go out in.

I wouldn’t let Himself anywhere near the iron – I learnt the hard way with the tumble dryer. He managed to shrink my best dress down three sizes – Steve was only a toddler at the time and I couldn’t afford to replace it – I was absolutely gutted, it’s wasn’t as if I had a wardrobe full of clothes - did I give him hell for that one!

It was the same with an expensive bottle of perfume I been brought as a 21st birthday present – I kept it for special occasions and with money being so tight, there wasn’t a lot of those. I found Steve covered in the stuff – along with the bedding and carpet – the bedroom absolutely reeked, the bottle being empty of course. I’m not sure who cried the most, Steve because I shouted at him or me for the lost of something I couldn't afford to or justify replacing.

Ah, Kids - Don't you just love them!