Bonk holiday

A nice extended weekend due to the bank holiday on Monday! My slave came over to my place on the Friday night, meeting me out of theatre and walking me home. Sat on a bench outside and ate lousy chips and kebab meat, which somehow managed to feel good even though they were, well, lousy chips. Ahh, the simple joys in life!

We got up late on Saturday and meandered over to my home town for wedding ‘instruction’ and to put some flowers on my Dad’s grave. We also visited my mother, and went on a drive out to the wedding reception venue to check out some local B&Bs for the best man. It is out in the countryside and very pleasant, and the weather was good; more simple joys were had by all.

On the Sunday we visited my grandparents’ grave (in the city where I live) as well as getting up late AGAIN (a recurring theme at the moment, as we seem to be tired out most of the time, for various reasons!). Again it was a very domesticated sort of day, enlivened by Guineapig’s invented chicken korma. He enjoys cooking and is very good at it (I can cook alright, but I don’t have the flair for it that he does). It was a kind of joint effort in that I was involved, so to speak, but most of the brainwork was done by him – I can only successfully improvise when I’ve gone through the recipe at least once! It was unusual to say the least, but delicious. Food of the gods.

On bank holiday Monday we visited one of my aunts that Guineapig had previously only met for long enough to say “Hello” to (quite literally). She lives in the country as well, so we took the opportunity to take a walk in some woods. No play as there were people around, but great view from the top of the hill.

That evening I finally got the opportunity to give him the nine cane-strokes that were due to him for using the first person three times in a text message earlier in the week. Mmmm…

On Tuesday I was back at work, and Guineapig worked from my house now that I have wireless connectivity rather than take the drive into his office. We met up at lunch time for a picnic on the green, which was lovely. The bluebells and narcissi were out, the sun was shining – a perfect spring day, so rare in England but so characteristic, somehow, when it does happen. At the end of the day it was so nice to come home to the slave (in ankle irons, as I had ordered before leaving work) and help/watch him prepare dinner, before packing our bags and catching the London train.

I had a work meeting in London yesterday, so I thought I might as well travel there the night before, and the hotel room was paid for by work (they always get a double room regardless of whether there is only one person staying!). In fact, the hotel (Novotel) upgraded us to an executive room for no extra charge. It was high up with a great view over the city! Breakfast was included, too, and very nice it was. We both enjoy our breakfast!

Guineapig had taken advantage of the situation to fix up some work meetings of his own, so we both had a productive day. The weather was great again, though, and it was a pain to be stuck in a stuffy meeting room! However, we met up at around 3.30 and went to Fettered Pleasures and Honour, just to window shop/investigate, really, but I got him a pair of rubber shorts from Honour for only £30. I was well chuffed and am looking forward to having him wearing them in the office on hot days! Incidentally, today I also spotted a ‘novelty’ badge bearing the legend ‘Office Slut’ so I just had to get it for him!