Just Walking in the Rain

We were in our local town last Thursday evening, P said we'd have a beer after having a walk round, it was a mild evening after raining most of the day and we were lightly dressed. We shouldn't have been, the weather of late has been highly changeable and sure enough the heavens opened and it quickly became a downpour. We didn't have an umbrella with us and P said let's get inside somewhere and have a drink until the rain eases. We had to wait outside the nearest bar, luckily under a canopy, for them to admit us. It looked quite busy inside and no standing allowed because of social distancing. Still we weren't getting wet. Then the owner came to the door, we knew her, she said they were full but as soon as someone left we'd be in. Then a couple who were sitting at two tables close to the entrance said they would shuffle round a bit move some furniture and we could slot in if we wanted. It was a kind offer, the owner made a gesture as if to say it's up to you, so we masked up for the tiny walk inside, scanned in and sanitized and took our seats. We thanked the couple and ordered some drinks. We sat chatting and the atmosphere was nice with a hum of conversation and a feeling of camaraderie. It was slightly weird but pleasant, even P was pleased I could tell from his demeanour. The Belgian beers they serve there may have helped:)

Anyway the barman came over to the couple and asked if they wanted another drink, they did and ordered and when the drinks came, his was a dark ale half poured into the glass and half still in the bottle, it was one of those flip-top bottles and he saw us both look at it and commented that it looked interesting. P said you haven't tried it before then, and that was it a conversation was opened. They spent the next hour telling us about anything and everything, that they were going to get a Chinese takeaway to eat back home, about her brother who worked in Germany, her mother, his dad, his job and a cottage they had bought on a Scottish island, the work it needed doing and that he was going up next week with his dad to get some advice on how to tackle it. We hardly got a word in just nods and smiles and the occasional anecdotal comment. They left two beers later to collect their takeaway, she wrote her number on the back of her takeaway menu and passed it across, said maybe grab a bite to eat some time in town now things were starting to get back to normal. They were a very nice couple and we were glad we'd got caught in the rain. We left ten minutes later, it was still raining and the owner came over and gave us one of the umbrellas from a rack by the door, said drop it back next time you're passing. Little things like that impress my husband, he's a softy really.

On the walk back to the car I asked what makes complete strangers just open up like that and want to tell you about their life. P said maybe it was a just a kind of release valve after being restricted for so long. Has anyone else found that, now that things are starting to open up again, a sort of pent up desire to be friendly and communicate and helpful?

Has lockdown made us reflect on things, even made us better people, or is it just a temporary state which will return to normal as the months roll on.

Stay safe. Have a good week.

Ronnie
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Dysons don't break

Well they do as far as I'm concerned. I'm not complaining, I've had it for years but it's started getting noisy, really noisy and in my opinion no longer sucks the dirt up like it used to. So, as my husband tells me, all things have a reasonable life expectancy at which point they have paid their way and anything beyond that is a bonus. Well I'm sure I was in bonus territory so when it starts going wobbly you replace it and start again. So I ordered one from JL and it arrived on Friday. I didn't open it, it sat in its packaging in the hall.

When P came home Friday evening he saw it and asked me who it was for, he thought I might have accepted a delivery for one of our neighbours, we do that between us so it's not unusual. I told him it was mine I just hadn't had time to open it. Oh dear, I thought, I should have made time and just put it away and it would never have been noticed. Instead I got questioned on what was wrong with mine, Dysons didn't break, every part was replaceable, it had to be something simple, I should have told him etc etc. Anyway he told me not to open the new one until he'd had a look at mine, he'd sort it out no problem, he'd do it in the morning. I told him the new one was mine now and my old one was in the garage and could be dumped at the skip next time he was going that way. He wasn't amused and repeated his instruction not to open it, it could go back to JL after he'd fixed ours, yes 'ours' he was calling my noisy ancient Dyson now, making it more personal. I told him I'd be using it in the morning. He told me I damned well better not or I'd get have a sore backside.

Saturday morning his habit is to go into the office for a few hours, I usually lay in until I hear the front door open and shut. I was dozing waiting for that signal but it didn't happen. What did happen was I suddenly heard my old Dyson roar into life, like a helicopter engine, it sounded loud even from the bedroom. I smiled to myself, I bet it shocked him when it fired up, I don't think he's ever used it and probably never even heard it for that matter so he wouldn't really know what to expect but common sense would tell him it wasn't right. Well I heard it re-start several times after that, with gaps in between, and I heard the sound change position so he was obviously shoving it around. I got up and had my shower, his car was still on the drive when I came out so I knew he must still be down there trying to fathom out what was causing the problem. When I went downstairs, he had his toolbox out but there weren't any tools in use, he had the attachment flex lying on the floor, he looked up and told me the suction was very good, he'd checked it over. I just said "Switch it on, P, does it sound right?" He said he hadn't got down to that yet but he didn't switch it on. I thought so what has he been doing for forty minutes.

I made myself breakfast and a mug of coffee for the technician. I wasn't smug but I knew he couldn't fix it. I suggested "Why don't we open the new one, fire it up and compare the difference and if it's no better I'll re-package it and take it back to JL, they're very good they'll take it back no problem." 

"I was just about to do that," he lied.

So I did it while I was eating some toast, he sat and drank his coffee. The new machine was like a Rolls Royce purring alongside an old diesel taxi. P was defeated and, fair play to him, he admitted it and said keep it out, might as well use it later if I needed to, he'd put the old one in the boot and the packaging from the new one and take it with him to the office, there's an industrial waste skip there, he'd throw it in.

So that was that, a fuss about nothing. If I'd had my wits about me I could have turned it into a spanking.....I think I must be getting old:)

Bank Holiday here in the UK and were out for the day. 

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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3 iPad minis

I'm a cheat. Official. My husband said so. You see for a few days I'm the possessor of 3 iPad minis. I don't need 3, I barely use one all that much. One of them will be going back to its sender within days though, and one of them has a cracked screen which works OK but it bugs me every time I open it.

I dropped my original on a ceramic tile floor in Cyprus and the screen cracked, in fact it partially shattered near the bottom. I've been using it ever since but unbeknown to me P put a claim in for the damage and the insurance company coughed up minus a standard excess. So P said he'd order me a new one, well two actually because he wanted to check which was best and he'd send the other one back. I told him he couldn't do that but he assured me he could and would .. and in fact had already ordered.

I must be naive in these matters because I asked him shouldn't I just get the screen repaired. He laughed and said it costs virtually as much as a new iPad if Apple do it and cut price outfits were unreliable. So should I send mine to the insurance company or something, I asked. No, he said, not at all, don't send it anywhere just keep it as a spare, they're not interested in it. As for sending an iPad back after he'd played around with it he said don't worry about that either, just cheat a bit, everybody else does. Well I'm not sure about that and I don't like cheating anyway but I didn't argue, I shall regard my husband as the cheat and I'll just be the recipient of the benefit of the cheating. I suppose that's as bad but I'll get over it.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Planting Time

It's that time of year again when it's safe to add a bit more colour to the garden without much chance of frost damaging any new plants. P always helps, he treats it like a military operation, he comes with me to the garden centre, helps choose, keeps me from getting distracted (there's plenty of non-garden stuff in garden centres), pays, humps the stuff for me, puts it where we want it, which means where he thinks it should logically go, and I adjust later after he's got bored and gone to do something else.

So this is uneventful, an annual happening, why am I telling you this when lots of you probably do similar around this time. Well the reason I'm telling you is one small but significant purchase P made at the garden centre made my heart jump....not right away, at first I was just curious and asked him why but then he told me and that was when my heart jumped and I held his hand.

He threw a bundle of canes onto our trolley, must be about 50 in the bundle, the green whippy ones

all about four feet long. He told me he needed a few for plant support and the rest he'd use for disciplinary purposes. I said he didn't need so many, we already have a cane, well more than one actually but he said these were versatile and could be easily adjusted to fit the occasion, he also remembered they were very very sharp and he liked that. He also remembered that they had a tendency to break when used hard, he reminded me he'd broken more than one over my backside in the past so now he'd have several spares and wouldn't have to abort a good caning in the middle thereof if there was a breakage....he'd just select another implement and resume until the caning had been carried fully.

They'll probably end up in the shed gathering dust but it's the thought that counts and maybe I'll bring a couple into the house and position them in plant pots which don't need them but where they won't look out of place, just to remind him they're there if he needs them. Helpful aren't I:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Nice......

My husband sent me this picture, there was no message just a 'nice' in the subject line. Man of few words, my husband.

I didn't respond but later in the day I asked him whose handbags they'd been advertising. P looked at me as if I was talking in an unknown language and seeing the quizzical look on his face I prompted 'You know, the handbag the girls were carrying, well one of them was, the naked ones, remember?'

'Oh, sorry, didn't see a handbag, was it nice?' asked P.

'Well you must have thought so because you put 'nice' in the subject.'

'Yes I do remember, I just couldn't remember seeing a handbag.' Then he turned back to work. Men

Ronnie

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Husband Appreciation Week

I get regular promo emails from an outfit called Adult Toy Chest, I don't know why, I've never bought from them, they're US based and seem similar to Anne Summers only in $'s.

Anyway I got one on Tuesday and to celebrate Husband Appreciation Week, they're offering a 30% discount if you use the code shown, presumably at checkout. Anyone who wants to use it feel free, I'd guess everyone on their mail list has received the same:)

I shan't be using it but I did forward the email to my husband and asked him if there was anything he'd particularly like, being as it was Husband Appreciation Week. He didn't email back, just called over his shoulder, "I'll have you, just like that, only I'll probably redden your backside first for being so cheeky."

I wondered what he was on about at first, then twigged he'd read my email.

I didn't answer him because his phone started ringing, I just smiled to myself and thought yes, I think I can arrange that. 

He'll have to arrange the reddened backside though.

So thanks, Adult Toy Chest, after all the emails you've sent me over a couple of years at last ones proved useful.......and I haven't spent a penny:)

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx

I Lied

I don't like lying, I mean I don't mind little porkies which are told for the greater good and to help keep the wheels of daily life running smoothly, but I don't like big lies that cover up something bad or can hurt someone. I'm not very good at them anyway as you'll see, not that my lie was a big bad one, just a silly one.

It was all over this little item below, which many of you will have seen before and many, I know, will be acquainted with... intimately.

It's the rose paddle from Leatherthorn, we've had it ages and it had been in use (vigorously I might add) on Saturday afternoon. I didn't put it back upstairs because our son was away for a couple of days and P had said he'd have no qualms about using it again later if I didn't get a certain thing done and the prospect of another warming the same day thrilled terrified me.

So what happened to cause me to lie, cleverly I thought but on reflection not so, was that a neighbour from across the road came over later to collect our breadmaker which I'd told her she could borrow and use before deciding to buy one. I went into the kitchen, unplugged it and when I carried it into the lounge she was standing there holding the rosewood, in fact she was tapping it against the palm of her hand as if appreciating its weight. 

"This is nice, what's it for?" She asked me. God, I nearly dropped the breadmaker on the floor as I pretended to struggle with its trailing lead to give me time to think and take her attention away from my red face.

"Oh that, yes, I don't know...we were wondering ourselves....our son brought it home the other day, he said he found it in a hotel he stayed in.

"Hmm, really?" Her eyebrows rose and she smirked. "I expected there to be a mirror on the other side."

"Yes, I thought so too, perhaps it was a reject, maybe a leather goods salesman had stayed at the hotel, I might ask P if he could fit a small mirror to it"

Lies lies lies, and don't they say one lie leads to another.

"Well, if you decide you don't want it, don't throw it in the bin, let me have it. Thanks for the breadmaker, bring it back tomorrow." And off she went.

Phew! I thought as she left, sorted that very deftly Ronnie, putting a mirror on the back of it indeed!

But thinking about it, I wasn't so clever at all because now I'll be worried about her bumping into our son and mentioning it to him just in chatty conversation and he won't know what the hell she's on about so he'll ask me, and that will involve more lies and so on.

Well some good came of it, I got my second bottom warming but not for the reason I'd thought.

Have a good week.

Ronnie
xx

Will I take it more seriously then?

I've been trying to loose 2 lbs or so, now you would think that small amount would be easy to shift but heck no, it just wont budge, mind you I haven't really been trying too hard so I asked P if he would help motivate me and I think you all know what that means.

Just over two weeks ago I was on the scale, right said P you need to loose a 1lb and I will check your weight again and if you haven't achieved it you will be spanked. My initial inward smile and thought to 'bring on the biscuits' faded later when I caught a sideways glimpse of myself in the mirror and remembered bikini time isn't so far away and I really could do with losing the weight. So for me it was heads I win tails I can't lose but on balance I wanted the weight loss more than the penalty for failing.

Weigh day came and, despite genuinely trying, I hadn't lost anything so there I was OTK with his hand raining down on my bottom and him lecturing me on trying harder and he wasn't interested in hearing the details of my cutbacks, only the result, and he liked me in my bikini (that made me happy) and I'd better shape up, no pun intended. He then gave me a week to loose a 1lb.

So fast forward to Saturday morning and there I was again on the scale and did I achieve the loss, bloody hell no I'd only put on another 1/2 lb. I really can't believe it, fruit for lunch, have cut out bread, no cakes, sweets or biscuits. So I'm due another spanking. P couldn't administer it then and there as son was in. So I suggested instead of my maintenance spanking on Wednesday why didn't he make it a diet spanking. P said I must be joking, I'd get the diet spanking in addition to and immediately after my maintenance spanking.....and he'd be using the cane, one of the new ones in fact, he added as an afterthought. And perhaps I'd take it more seriously then, he added as a second afterthought. Gulp.

He also said he was going to Google and get some extra tips on caning. I said why on earth do you want advice, your pretty good at wielding all our toys (grovel, grovel,) and he said because experience can always be improved by learning from others and and don't think by trying to butter me up you will get out of it.

So wish me luck for Wednesday.

Ronnie
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What does your man bring you?

Some men bring their women lingerie

Others flowers

Some even jewellery

What does my man bring me...... can you guess

Canes, yes canes

Saturday son had gone into work and P had gone to the DIY store to get some shelving for the spare room and came back with two of these

They are some kind of hoop things which gardeners use, goodness knows what for, they stick it in the ground obviously but I don't know what they grow with them.

Anyway later in the day after fitting the shelves he came down stairs proudly brandishing one of the hoops transformed into this.

What a difference a cut makes, now this was something more familiar to me and my poor bottom knows their use well enough. He'd made 2 of them actually and even smoothed down the knobbly bits with sandpaper.

"Assume the position," he said, now you all know I'm not one to miss out on an opportunity for a spanking but the cane is different, I have a real love hate relationship with the cane.

"Don't worry" said P laughing "I'm not going to cane you, well not right now, unless you want me to of course." Did I detect hope in his voice? I ignored the comment and asked him if he wanted a cup of tea, which he did. And nor did he use either of them later, he put them away somewhere but I don't think I've seen the last of them. We used to have a curly handle cane in the house but P took it to the office ages ago and it doesn't often sees the light of day, somehow having the curly handle adds a little something.

Ronnie

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