Pammy's Caning

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Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

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Back at the Riding School

I was surprised when my editor called me into his office. He'd received a letter inviting me back to Pieter van Eyck's riding school to attend a dressage riding practice and asked if I would like to interview his star pupil who had recently been chosen to represent her country. Obviously I made a good impression, he said.

So there I was once more sitting in his comfortable office. My appointment was for 11.00. I was gazing at the photos on the wall again, some new ones since last time. The girls all seemedso proud and posed with obvious pleasure for the camera, I jumped as Pieter van Eyck touched me on the shoulder and said Ms. Robbins lovely to see you again, thank you for coming and went on to say "I was slightly disappointed that you didn't take me up on my offer of a riding lesson, perhaps after the interview".

I know I must have gone quite red, he smiled but before I could answer, there was a knock on the door and a beautiful blonde haired girl arrived, she must have been around 22, 'Ah Joanne, come in and meet Ms Robbins, Ms Robbins this is Joanne our star pupil, it is a great honour for our school that she has been chosen to represent her country. Joanne, take Ms Robbins to the practice ring and I'll join you in a few minutes.'' She was strikingly attractive and looked very familiar to me but I couldn't think from where, then it dawned on me, she was the girl in two of the wall photos, one on the horse and one with her hands chained behind her back.

The dressage practice was excellent, so elegant the girls looked in the outfits astride their horses, from my meagre knowledge I could see why Joanne had been chosen, she was magnificent.

After the practice we sat down in Mr. Van Eyck's office for the interview.

Joanne you must be very proud to be chosen to present your country.

Oh yes, I can't tell you how much, it's a great honour. I've worked very hard for this. My parents are over the moon. They will of course be there to watch.

You were very good out there, very precise, elegant. I suppose it takes a lot of practice to get it so precise and make it look so easy.

Thank you, that's very kind of you to say so. It is hard work, Sir is very strict about practice, he won't have any of us slacking. We practice for 6 hours a day,5 days a week. Not always with the horses, we do indoor work as well. We are each in charge of our own horses,mucking out their stables, exercising and grooming them.

I notice you say Sir, not Mr. Van Eyck?

Sir is what we girls are required to call him.

Have you been riding for long?

Yes, I've been riding since the age of four, my parents said I took to it straight away. They are are both excellent riders. Sir says I'm a natural in the saddle.

I've heard that there’s a huge waiting list to join the school.

The name of the school is extremely well respected, we have girls from Europe, even as far away as the USA and Canada waiting to join us.

What do you put it down to?

Sir of course, if it wasn't for him, the school wouldn't have the name it has. His standards are second to none, excellent and he expects nothing less from us . He won't have it any other way. We all have pride in what we do. Discipline, Discipline, that's his motto.

Last time I visited I asked Mr. Van Eyck about certain rumours I'd heard to do with you girls here, about....

But before I could go on, Joanne answered

Ha Ha, we've heard all sorts of rumours but I can assure you Ms Robbins, there's nothing going on at this school except riding and lots of hard work and self discipline. Sir keeps very tight discipline.

Discipline, yes, I want to ask you about that. Mr.Van Eyck also said last time I visited that if a girl breaks the rules, he umm, has to discipline them, I took it that the girls accepted it, am I correct in my thinking?

Oh yes, we all know before we join the school what to expect, we are told the rules and if any are broken or any of us miss a practice or are caught wearing the wrong riding attire he disciplines us by spanking us and I can tell you that girl doesn't miss a practice lesson again. Sir is very respectful of us in spite of his strict attention to discipline, he will normally spank us with either the crop or cane and we are always fully clothed, nothing sexual..

How do you girls feel about that, surely it's wrong and some of the girls must be under eighteen, do their parents know their daughters get disciplined in this way?

We come here because it is the best riding school, it is for high achievers, it gets results and yes it has it's rules. If we do something wrong we're punished for it, simple as that, we see nothing wrong in that. Yes some of the girls are under eighteen, though most are in their mid twenties and a few into their thirties and forties though you wouldn't think it, and yes certainly their parents know, or at least the ones I've talked with, and they agree with the rules. Sir wouldn't take them into the school if they didn't agree. I even know that some parents have been present when their daughters have been disciplined.

I felt slightly awkward asking the next question but I couldn't help myself, I was intrigued.

The photo over there on the wall, the girl with her wrists tied is you, isn't it? What had you done?

She blushed slightly. Yes it's me. I had been punished for an offence and sir said a photo serves as a reminder and a warning against further infractions. You asked me what I'd done but I don't want to go into that, suffice it to say I'd breached the rules, unfortunately it was the second time in a relatively short period and sir said I had to be caned which I was. The reason my wrists are tied was to make me keep my hands from straying........she seemed uneasy now......... because anything sexual attached to, or associated with, punishment isn't allowed.

I thought you said there was nothing going on, you know, sexually I mean.

There isn't, not in the Sunday papers sense of 'sexual goings on', really, it isn't allowed. But sometimes some of the girls get feelings, I think quite a few of them do, me included, and the punishments can make them worse. Which can lead to more punishment if they act improperly, which I did.

I was totally taken aback by her frankness, I felt I was at last starting to get to the bottom (no pun intended) of Pieter van Eyck's riding school but before I could ask anything else Mr van Eyck entered the room.

''I hope Joanne has answered your questions honestly, Ms. Robbins.''

''Oh yes, Joanne has been very open.''

''Good,'' Pieter van Eyck said, ''now perhaps we can persuade you to take a riding lesson with me.''

I made my excuses, strict editor keeping me on a leash (Oh god wish I hadn't said that), fumbled to get my coat, Mr van Eyck helped me on with it, I said I'd call and make an appointment soon (what am I saying), Joanne nodded and smiled approvingly. I left.

Driving out of the shool along the tree-lined driveway I felt as if I was escaping something and losing something at the same time, I was almost light headed at the thought of returning for a lesson, I flushed and stretched to catch my face in the rear view mirror, I couldn't hide it from myself, I was excited at the prospect.

Sooner than expected

Have I ever told you about the chats I have sometimes with P in the little Italian restaurant we visit? Of course I have, more than once and at the risk of boring you for which I apologise. But they still happen, I think circumstances conspire to bring them about every six weeks or so even though I might not report them all. It happened again last week, Wednesday in fact, it had been building for a while and even though there hasn't been a spanking drought I felt the need for punishment, the type of punishment I only get once in a while. Maybe it's been the increased recent pressure business wise, we've had to re-schedule a promised trip, got a load of stock temporarily stuck in Customs and P's had to delay some marketing because an outsourcing partner dropped out and we have to find a new one.

Have I deserved punishment? Probably not all that much really, maybe that's why I feel a need for it, maybe I need to totally misbehave but you know actually the more years you spend together the less likely you are to really transgress. Anyway I reaffirmed to P, with my usual blend of subtlety, naivety and clumsiness, that I would understand if he needed to really teach me a lesson one day. What was I really telling him? Probably that I knew we were both a bit stressed and that if I went off track, or either of us for that matter, it would be okay by me if...you know. He smiled like he always does, as if he's right there with me, and stress isn't there any more but he still never actually does anything.

So anyway a few days later I got a lesson sooner than expected and I didn't like it.

P isn't the world's best at DIY but he can turn his hand when required, so when we got a couple of loose tiles in the shower cubicle he said no problem I'll re-fix them. Well actually when he pulled them out several more came away and we had quite a gap on the wall and one of them broke too so P had to go buy a small pack as close a match as possible, said he'd fix them Sunday morning. So he did, early, he spent an hour or so putting them back up, with little bits of wood in between them which looked messy but he said that was the right way to do it and he'd replace the wood with white cement later after they'd dried. Then off he went off to do a few jobs for his mother.

A bit later I wanted to take a shower and I didn't even think about the tiles, just got on with it. When I came back into the bathroom after drying my hair half the tiles had fallen off, the little bits of wood too, and were lying in the shower tray. Rubbish job was my first thought, maybe the glue stuff was no good, I tried to stick a couple back up but they wouldn't hold.

A couple of hours later P came home, I told him some of his tiles had fallen off. He went up to inspect. ''They can't have just fallen off,'' he said, ''the wall's wet did you use the shower?'' So I just told him the truth, he said ''Didn't you read my note?'' I hadn't seen any note but there was one taped to the outside of the shower screen saying not to use it. He said he'd have to scrape the tile cement off, dry the wall and start over. I asked him if I could help but he said I'd done enough thank you, he wasn't pleased, I said I'd go and make him a cup of tea and was halfway downstairs when he said something like 'see if you can get that right'.

I stopped and called back if he'd told me not to use the shower instead of leaving a note it wouldn't have happened, he said it was bloody common sense regardless of the note. ''Well I'm not the DIY expert,'' I retorted, ''and frankly it doesn't look as if you are.'' I shouldn't have said that but I wasn't going to change it. Next thing P was halfway down the stairs with me, his hand gripping my arm and he marched me back up and into the bedroom. ''You need some attitude adjustment in fact you're way overdue for some, your stupid flippant remarks aren't appreciated, OK accidents can happen but for gods sake its not rocket science to give something time to dry.'' And he took me over to the bed, pulled my jeans down, dragged me across his knee and gave me a short but really hard spanking. ''Now get up and go make that cup of tea,'' he barked after he'd finished. So I was pissed at this, I really was, it was all very sudden, my brain wasn't in gear, I'm sure I'd have played it differently with hindsight, I could have dragged it out, pushed my luck gradually and built up some real friction over an hour or so which would have been delicious but it didn't happen that way.

''Make your own fucking tea,'' I said as I rose and pulled my jeans up. I shouldn't have said that, maybe that's why I said it. P stood immediately, turned me to face him, cupped his hand under my chin to make me look up as he's quite a bit taller,''What did you say?'' I tried to look at the wall behind him and mumbled it again, I think I smiled as I said it not because it was funny but because I felt silly standing there. I wasn't smiling ten minutes later.

P went to the wardrobe and took out the leather rose paddle he bought from John at Leather Thorn Paddles and some strips of Velcro tape, which we've used in play on occasions. I went to leave the bedroom but he grabbed me with his left hand, threw the paddle and tape on the bed, undid my jeans again with his right and had me over his knee in a trice. ''Forget it I'm not doing this!'' I said as I struggled against him, he held my legs by wrapping his over them long enough to bind the Velcro tape round them just above the knees, it's very effective there's no way you can shift it, struggle as much as you like. ''Get that tape off me,'' I said and tried to get my hands down to unfasten it, but P grabbed my right wrist really tight and held it into my back and told me he'd bind both wrists if he had to, I saw there was still tape on the bed so I put my hands in front of me.''That's better,'' he said, ''and make sure you keep them there or else''.

And then he started to spank me with that paddle which I love or loved, I don't love it any more, I think it will be a while before I love it again. Gosh talk about burn, heat, sting, roast, I'd need a thesaurus to get all the appropriate words and I still don't think I'd do it justice. That leather meant business, I struggled as much as I could, the strap kept my knees tied, my ankles and feet still kicked wildly but I wasn't moving anywhere, the thighs are the most powerful moving muscle in the body and when they can't move the rest of you can't move much especially when a 13st man is holding you in position. I didn't want what I was getting, I don't think I deserved what I was getting or at least not at the start, but the spanking kept going, I think a point came when my backside went numb and I just stopped struggling and let it happen. P had stopped telling me off, maybe that's why I stopped struggling or maybe it was the other way round.

Whichever way, the spanking stopped, I could hear him breathing heavy so he must have been putting some effort in or I was struggling more than I'd realised, I wasn't crying I was conscious of that, I think I should have been. The Velcro crackled as he untied me, he pushed me off his knees, not roughly but without saying anything. He sat a while and I just lay there, uneasy silence, then he got up and went back to the bathroom. He didn't tell me to make his cup of tea, and then I welled up a bit inside and felt like crying because it was wrong, not because I'd been spanked but because it was just wrong. I think it must have been the same for him. I think if he'd told me to make his cup of tea it might have been okay because I'd have known everything was all right even though he'd spanked me so hard.

Half an hour later an extremely sore bottomed girl made him a cup of tea anyway. And placed her hand over his as she gave it to him. Later we went shopping and no more was said about DIY skills or the spanking, and I don't think I want a post mortem actually, at least not yet.

Ronnie

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Men aren't so stupid

I know that's an odd thing to say, in fact probably the wrong choice of words but I've said it now. Why? Because ages ago, about 6 months actually, I went through a period when I was almost obsessed with getting P to, ahem, deal with me seriously. Or to put it a better way, to deal with me over some serious matter via spankings, real ones not erotic ones. I told you about it here and tried to talk with P but without actually using the words because I didn't want anything contrived. I ummed and ahhed, kind of skirted around it and hoped he's somehow read my mind for the bits I didn't say.

Where did it get me? Not far really, I did get spanked good and proper over that business regarding his mother, the same evening she came to dinner, and I deserved it but other then that I haven't really been 'dealt' with, maybe we know each other too well. So I asked him about it on Wednesday, we were in our little Italian restaurant the same place I tried clumsily to broach the subject before. How I did it was easy, ''Do you think we know each other too well for you to have to punish me from time to time?'' I just asked him straight and after a quick gulp of beer he told me ''Yes probably, why do you ask.''

So I told him how I'd been feeling that time (and still) and how I'd really had a thing about being punished very firmly but tried to get my message across subtly, too subtly. He surprised me by saying he knew, he'd been aware of what I'd been suggesting and he was perfectly open to it but in all honesty it just didn't happen all that often and it wasn't something he could do just to please me, if that's the effect it would have. In fact he noted with some amusement that, on the odd occasion when he had punished me he hadn't got the impression I'd been particularly pleased. Well I might not have been at the time, or at least I might not have been overtly beaming, but such occasions have always had an effect on me, particularly afterwards, and when I look back they are warm feelings not cold ones.

What do you want me to do then?'' he asked, hand on my knee. ''Spank me good and hard next time I do something wrong, tell me off and tell me I deserve a good spanking. And if I'm feeling brave enough or cheeky enough I'll tell you where to get off, I'll probably be rude to you, tempers may raise, and then I'll deserve it and you can give me what for.''

''But you've already burst the bubble by saying that,'' he said smiling. ''It doesn't matter, still do it, when it's right, you decide, even if it's weeks or months away. And make sure I remember it, don't stop till I'm in tears and begging you to and then go some more, teach me a real lesson. It'll be okay. I think.'' I smiled too.

''Hmm,'' was all he said doubtfully, ''we'll see. Are you having dessert?'' and that was it, subject over. So we'll see what happens but I thought about what he'd said, we do get along very well so it's not as if there's a genuine need for regular corporal correction, I think I'll have to help things along if it's going to happen but at least it's in the open and at least I know he'd already got my drift. Trouble is it probably won't seem spontaneous, ah well can't have it all ways.

Ronnie

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Trouble Brewed - I've JUST been punished

Its Weds abt 7pm and I've just been punished. Less than five mins ago and I want to write about it now while it hurts and I'm mad. He's gone to fetch his mother fromt the station and a bottle of white he'll be about 40 mins but I'll tell you how things cameabout later, right now I want to record how I feel.

Excuse the typos but Im not going to correct them, I'm burning up, sore, deep sting which fades and then returns and I'm shuffling from side to side, one cheek off the seat then the other, a padded dinning chair in front of my laptop, in fact I've got to get up and walk around.................less than a min I'm back, my legs were shaking they're ok now, sitting again, this is hurting my bums feeling tight I think it might be welts forming I'll take a look in amin, I think I can feelthem through my jeans, he used a leather strop he made ages ago and I've felt it many times but never likes this, I normally like leather. I wanted to cry at one point just before it ended, thought about safe word but I wasn't in danger I love and trust P, I was just being punished, I'd wanted it to happen i've wanted it to happen before xmas, now it has, i was definitely in the wrong I know that, i wish he was still here, hadn't done it at this time then had to dash to collect his mom, bringing her back her for dinner.

It HURTS it isnt fading or turning sexy or any of the usual stuff........stay there while I go to the bathroom..........back now crying, my eyes puffy, bums got welts at least 4 clear ones more on the right cheek and they curles round at bit, then there are lots more lines merged, deep red all over and hot to touch, I think there'll be bruises. And how do I feel right now, mistake? I dont think so not sure though, when it hurts so much its the wrong time to judge, I dont fancy sitting on one of these chairs for 2 sodding hours making small talk with his mom thats for sure. I've got stuff in the oven I need to check on so I'll go and be agood wife, god this hursts, I'll update later or tomorrow logging off now.

Ronnie

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Back again....

4 hours later my bums still sore. The ordeal evening was ok. When he got back from the station with his mom he had a great big bunch of flowers for me, Mmmm something smells nice, he said these are for my favourite girl and he gave me the flowers with a little peck on the cheek. I'd planned on giving him the cold shoulder but I just felt melty, I hurried off to busy myself in the kitchen his mom in pursuit, anything she could do to help you know how it goes. I'd rather it been him in the kitchen helping me, not saying anything, just being with me.

He's gone to take her home now, he'll be back soon, I'm not going to say anything when he gets back just be normal. Posting now. Goodnight.

I quite liked respected it

Tonight, we'll be out at our local Italian eaterie, it's our favourite local, I've mentioned it before, small, good food, nice Italian music, not extortionate and he still gets bodies in so there's always a pleasant atmosphere, not like many of the establishments in town which are showing credit crunch fatigue.

I'm going to bring up spanking and its place in our relationship. I was going to do it before Christmas, after that time he spank-punished me to do with my blog, but I backed off. I haven't got some belated grievance to air, not at all, in fact quite the reverse.

I'm going to tell him I quite liked it (might change 'liked' to 'respected' or something), admired in fact, the way he took control on that occasion and put me straight. This will be done during main course, I will have built up to it during antipasti. I'm going to make it known that since I joined blog land I've read loads of stuff which has really got me thinking about some of the underlying values spanking can bring to a relationship, I mean apart from sex. This is true actually, I'm far more conscious of pleasures, frissons and intrigues aside from the sex and would like to explore them more. Without losing the sex that's a given.

I'll let it be known that as we have a strong relationship, I don't feel at all belittled if ever he feels, ahem, more often the need to put me straight. Mains will be cleared by now and I'll be wondering if another bottle of Montepulciano might help the words flow more fluently. I'll order a pudding for now. By putting straight I mean spanked..er..you know hard like you did, no warning, when I was sassy over my blog, I mean to say I trust your judgement and I know you were right that day, even though I was a bit upset at the time. If I can catch the girl's eye I think a second bottle might be a good idea. So I mean, if I get silly over the blog again, well you know. Or any other things, I mean I do trust your judgement and don't worry any upset will be shortlived. All the time not just when I'm cheeky over my blog. My hand's under the table on his knee and his hand has joined it. The girl has caught my eye, another bottle on the way.

I'll pass on to other things, dessert and coffees, sip the wine, probably leave half a bottle, they'll cork it for us, why not. He's got the message I think, we do have good intuitive powers, didn't want to spell it out too plainly, it would spoil it.

Then again if I underplay it I won't get what I want.

Ronnie

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Definitely Trouble Brewing

Prior to Dec 2008 I could count on one hand the number of times I've been actually punished.


Once when I pretended to leave, it was a really stupid thing.
Once at home/office on a barbecue weekend.
Once when son started university.
Once on a New Years Eve which I wrote about recently.
Once in Gambia on holiday with friends (this was 50/50).

Spread over 20 plus years, that's about one every five years, all other spankings (and goodness knows there have been many) being labelled and packaged to suit the time, mood, place etc but all containing a pleasure aspect even when they've been hard. Punishment, without getting too bogged down here, is different in as much that it's spontaneous, there's no expectancy nor delivery of pleasure, it hurts differently physically and emotionally and it is inevitable.

That was until Dec 2008 when I definitely got punished, in connection with my blog. I posted about it to you guys, got quite agitated, pondered, almost brought up with P, prevaricated, mellowed, decided to run with it as it was in its own way, afterwards, quite thrilling and there was a definite intuition there could be more to come. Well it's only a few weeks later and I think............ there's definitely trouble brewing

It's late afternoon and he's seen my 'wet spanking' post. shit shit shit.....why didn't I delete it, then again why should I, I did use the editor to blot out my face and the story was all true so what's the harm.

That's not the point at all, he said, those images can be unravelled, something about removing the layers and restoring the original image, he'd do it and prove his point. What?? so I've been uncovered? you guys know who I am? I mean I honestly wouldn't mind except business and family.... well... I think perhaps not.
I'm sorry P, I didn't realise that could be done, please know that.

I'm sure he does know that but he said he's going to show me tomorrow how easy it is, and then I'll realise how foolish I've been, he'll deal with the matter appropriately, after which he'll have me remove my photo and that will be an end to it.

Wow! there was no mention of shutting me down. I think he's being very good about it, I hope I haven't compromised us in any way I would never do that, I think I'll deserve the 'p' word if that's what happens. I'm remorseful. Apprehensive. Excited. And grateful for having a husband who hasn't just gone through the roof.

Ronnie
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PS - No it isn't me.

Trouble Ahead

Second week back after the holiday.

I think there's trouble brewing. We've still got quite a bit of post, messages and ongoing business to pick up on, plus P's been talking with our accountant who wants to file last year's accounts well before Jan 31 deadline so they need to be finalised. With so much to do I was surprised when he asked me how the blog was going, he hadn't had chance to take a look at it for ages, he pulled it up on his laptop and smiled as he speed read the last entry. Then he noticed 'wet spanking' in the archive, that sounds interesting he said, I'll take a look later.

No no no, no need, its boring, I sent thought messages to him, wondering if I should delete it before he got chance to see it. It's the one where I posted a photo of me, which he'd told me not to but I'd still done it (with the face blotted out). The one I thought might get me closed down or cause the 'p' word to surface again.

Well I can handle the 'p' word, I told you about it before Christmas, if punishment weaves its way more frequently into our relationship I can handle it, even embrace it, I'm a big girl and it was kind of sexy that last time. But I can't handle being shut down, that would be suitcases at dawn, separate rooms, new laptop yes that's an idea I'd go out and get one of those dinky little 10'' screen ones I could tuck it into my handbag:). Anyway he hasn't looked yet, might even forget. We'll see.......

Ronnie
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Wet spanking and Bottling out

Wednesday night we had that meal out I told you about, yep the one I was going to straighten out this punishment thing. Well it didn't go according to plan, I didn't know when it would be correct to straighten out punishment matters, with antipasti or main course, as it happened we ran through presents sorted and those still outstanding, discussed a couple of client matters, son coming home and resolved to get the tree next morning (this time tape measure's in my purse), we were half way down a bottle of wine and main courses started and still no straightening out of punishment matters even though I'd rehearsed what I was going to say in fact I'd rehearsed more than one version to give myself some wriggle room, but it wasn't to be.

What happened was P brought up my blog, asked me how it was going, listened attentively while I told him about some of you guys and what I planned for over the coming weeks, then I thought this is it great opportunity to bring up the punishment as it involved the blog. About to start when I felt his hand on my knee, Ooh I hadn't rehearsed anything which would fit in with this but I didn't have to say anything anyway, P did instead ''You know I think you've done really well with it, I'm very impressed you've put it together and I'm glad you're getting some nice people dropping by.'' Well that gave me a warm glow and I mentally cancelled my punishment scripts, I must admit I'd been in two minds anyway, I suddenly decided I didn’t want to have it out at all, I actually enjoyed what happened, it was different, punishment if that’s what it was was okay, to me it wasn‘t demeaning as some say (some of you may not agree about that). It was natural, unexpected, unsettling, painful and thrilling. I’m my own women, I'm very confident in our relationship and a little excited that something I'm doing has provoked my partner to take such a firm stance. I want it to happen again, I've decided, but if I brought it up then the bubble would burst and nothing else would be said about it and would probably not happen again and I didn’t want that.

So what's all this got to do with wet spanking? Well I was going to tell you about my first ever wet spanking but I can't because I'm waiting for a little disc from P with a photo editor first, P did the little xmas greeting with it and he said he'll copy it me today, then I'll post and you'll understand why I waited.

Ronnie
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I think I've been punished

.........and I've just had the most heavenly 30 minutes. Phew what a weekend! and it's not over yet. I sensed something would happen (see Fridays post) and it did and I wanted to say it while its hot of the press, so to speak, it has really livened up things around here in more ways than one.

I'm being called now to go any buy our Christmas tree and I'm not arguinging, might even squeeze lunch out of it. As soon as I've got a bit of quiet time I'll spill the beans.

Ronnie
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