So what’s new……

As with everyone December was a very busy month, well let’s face it so was November. I bought nearly everything online, as I really struggle to shop the old fashioned way. Begrudgingly I have started to use my 3 wheeler walker, but at least it’s more me now I’ve stuck blue diamantes over it. During one shop when I went to buy the many animals their Christmas presents, I ended up with bags of toys, treaties for cats and dogs, plus other bits, a lovely young guy served me and tried his best to load my walker as carefully as he could. As usual our 2 beautiful spoilt babies ended up with quite a pile of presents.

Then I decided to make life more fun and get myself a chest infection, Master came down with what we think the Drs would say was a virus, flu type thing, but he’s actually still got his, that’s 6 weeks now. But he has a very busy week ahead of him so cannot get to the drs, but has said come next week and if he still feels the same, he will go to the drs.

Daddy started with a cough at first, then Miss Adira. Daddy’s only lasted a few days but Miss Adira’s stayed with her for a couple of weeks. When it came to meet up, we decided to be sensible and cancel it, knowing from last years experience, we just kept passing the illnesses around all of us so both Miss Adira and I were ill for nearly 2 months.

Anyhow because both Master and I were ill, we never put decorations up again either, it really didn’t feel like Christmas without them, but we had zero energy to do them.

 

So the first event was Miss Adira’s birthday and going for her tattoo. When they arrived, I was so pleased to see Daddy in a very posh, sexy outfit, he wore for Miss Adira’s surprise night away, last night. He had bought skinny black jeans, a shirt and OMG he’s wearing his waistcoat. There’s something so sexy to see my Doms wearing a shirt and waistcoat and he certainly did look very handsome. Stupidly I didn’t get a few photographs of us together, so I hope he wears it again soon so I can get some pics. Drinks made, we sat down and watched Miss Adira open her presents. She loved everything and felt very spoilt, but then she deserves to be spoilt by me, she puts up with my brattiness and stroppiness, she’s my MIstress and deserves to be spoilt by me. Daddy and I were going with MIss Adira for her tattoo, when we arrived at the tattoo shop, naturally Andy wasn’t ready, but we’re used to it, so expected it. The first hour was spent getting himself sorted, printing the design out, putting it on MIss Adira’s shoulder and upper arm. Then once she was sorted and the tattoo began, Daddy and I went shopping.

Firstly, I had to go to the bank, pay some money into Master’s credit card account, which we did then Daddy wanted to go to the Lego shop. He bought himself a car, then we went for lunch. Panini and chips. Now with the new rule about Daddy picking my meals for me, it’s still hard to get into. Daddy was picking food I’m not keen on, so I kept shaking my head until he said “Would you like ham and cheese?” I smiled coz he knows what I do like, then as he went to order I had a thought, if Daddy was supposed to order for me and pick my meals. then really, doesn’t this mean he shouldn’t ask me, he should just tell me what I’m having. So when he returned I broached the subject, and he agreed. Although I think he knows what I would eat, I think I’m still nervous incase he picks something that I wouldn’t normally have, then make me eat it, but I don’t believe he would be that mean. But he started to suggest meals he would like not meals I would/could eat. So I reminded him that due to my IBS I’m limited to what I can eat. That’s when he decided I could choose 2 meals I liked and he would choose from the 2. Also that meant if I was out with the theatre girls, having a meal, I usually know what’s nice in each place. God that makes it sound like I’m out a lot but I’m not. Once a month to the theatre, once a month for lunch. So not much really.

We did a bit more shopping then had a long walk to the other side of the shopping centre to the tattoo shop again. You don’t realise what a long walk it is until you head back again. I was very sore by the end of it. We had another 2 hour wait until Miss Adira’s tattoo was finished but now it’s done, it’s really nice. It is making me want one on my shoulder though, If I’m allowed.

Anyway we get home, Master and E came to the door, “Have you lost anything ?” he asked me. Now because I was tired and sore I was a bit irritable. I was still getting out of the car, “I don’t know, have I?” I asked. “Oh just wondered if you still had my credit card.” Master asked me. “Ofcourse, it’s in my pocket, let me just get in and I will get it,” I told him. After a minute or 2, we settled in the living room and I went to get the credit card. Oh poo, it’s not there. I searched my pockets, my bag and purse and no it’s gone.

“I knew you’d lost it. I got a message on Facebook asking if I had lost something about an hour ago. Apparently a lady found the card on the floor by one of the shops we went to. She brought it home and asked her niece what she should do. So she sent a message on Facebook to everyone with my name, asking if they’d lost something.” Fortunately Master knew his card number, expiry date, sort code, so relayed all the info and it was confirmed it was his card. He had already blocked it by then and asked for a new card and told the lady to cut it up and thank you for being so honest and for the way she found him. She then sent a photo with the card all cut up. 

Now this was not the first time I’ve lost my card. I normally keep it in my phone case, then I don’t have to carry my bag with me all the time. Daddy wasn’t impressed as I lost my bank card only a few months earlier when I was with him, we were actually getting a tattoo that day as well. Luckily Daddy found it in the carpark where we had done some food shopping, looking a bit battered as I think people ran their shopping trolleys over it. Since then he has told me to keep all cards in my purse. And I have been warned many times from all my Doms, when my card has been spotted in my phone case.

Anyway the following week we had a stayover and went out for a meal to celebrate Miss Adira’s birthday. It was up a hill, in the middle of nowhere, but a lovely little pub, I bet in the daylight the views would have been beautiful. Then it began to snow, quite big snowflakes were falling. One of the staff said “Don’t worry it’s not sticking, if it sticks none of us will be going anywhere.” We all looked at each other, not knowing if she was serious or not, But I think she was. But it didn’t stick, had a lovely night and got home safely.

Christmas quickly arrived, Master and I were still feeling quite poorly, so for a second year, we had no decorations up as we were just too ill to do them. It was an exciting Christmas for the family as for the first time, we had E’s girlfriend come for Christmas dinner. I was so pleased she came, I know E was, but honestly she is like the daughter I’ve never had, I love having her round, we all get on so well. Ine is Portuguese and it’s a tradition for them to celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve. Basically the family come together at Ine’s house, about midday, eat and drink. Eat and drink some more until the early hours of Christmas Day then they open their presents and continue eating and drinking until they pass out. E and Ine stayed there for the night and were coming to us about 11am. I told him not to rush, they arrived very hungover at midday.  Unfortunately as the day went on and we visited my in-laws, Ine was starting to feel real poorly, she was very pale, hot and cold, in the end I said we had better get home and let Ine get some sleep. So as soon as we got home E and Ine went to bed. They both felt too poorly to visit my folks on Boxing Day, but to be honest I wouldn’t let them go incase they passed it onto them, that’s the last an elderly frail couple need.

And then it was all over, New Year is just another day to me, but we go to my in-laws and see the New Year in with them. But by 10pm I was struggling as I felt really rough, so I went into the front room, where Master was watching a film, Lay on the sofa with all the dogs and stayed there. We got home at 2am, the 3 of us just had no energy, achy bodies, going hot and cold. I’m sure we’ve all got the same virus.

We needed a food shop, Master kept putting it off so in the end I said “Look I’m gonna go, get some ready meals for us. Anything that’s easy to cook for a few days”. So off I went and did the shop, put it away then later that day I went to bed for a hopeful snooze. Which didn’t happen, no surprise there. Anyway I looked at my phone and noticed my bank card was missing. Oh poo, not again, I thought. 

I had a quick look around my bedroom, came down and looked in my coat pocket, then grabbed my car keys and searched the car, on the floor where I parked, it was nowhere to be seen. I then thought I’d get on the online banking and make sure it’s not been used with my contactless card. But I’m still not used to using it, couldn’t remember my username. I had to own up to Master.

After a little telling off, he went onto my online banking, cancelled the card and ordered a new one. I got more of a telling off by Daddy, but from now on, my card has to stay in my purse and I have to take my bag. It must never go into my phone case. I did ask if I could buy these purse/phone cases, but Daddy said that involved me spending Master’s money, so no. Card in purse, purse in bag, bag over my shoulder. But I may have a little look.

E and Ine seemed to recover quickly from this virus thing, but me and Master are still not right, Master has this annoying cough, that doesn’t seem to be going, we are both still feeling hot and cold, shivers and sweats, very achy bodies and exhaustion doesn’t seem to come close to how we are feeling. I don’t know how Master has been going to work this week.

But today, he finally said he needs a doctors appointment, so he’s got one this afternoon. If it’s a virus I’m sure the Dr will just say takes time to go, but I am hoping he can get some antibiotics. I’ve never seen him this bad before in all the years we have been together.

So not a great ending to 2019, or start to 2020.

Especially when on New Years Eve, my car was parked in front of my in-laws house, when a young driver was taking her parents to a New Year party, They live opposite my in-laws. Anyway she reversed into my brand new Mercedes. Pushing the passenger front wing up, damaging the headlight, and whoever knows what damage underneath that we can’t see. 

The girl is only 17, been driving 5 months and was distraught. Master dealt with it, well I knew nothing about it until he came back in. It was decided we would come back the next day, in the daylight so they can see the damage. The important thing was that no one was hurt. So New Years Day afternoon we drove back to my in-laws, the parents and girl came over immediately, I let Master sort it out, the parents wanted to deal with it, without involving the insurance companies as her insurance with sky rocket to £1000’s, due to her age and time she has been driving. Looking at the damage Master reckoned it could cost up to £3000 to repair and give me a hire car. So the Dad decided it was best to go through the insurance, swapped details, the girl still very upset about it. The parents thanked him for being so understanding and kind, he said “These things happen, the first accident is always the worst but at least no one was hurt.” My only concern was that my father in-law hadn’t seen the girl drive again. Over the next few days he said it looked like one of the parents was driving her to work and back. Anyway a day or 2 passed then I got a message from my mother in-law, the girls mum came over wanting my address, so she could send me flowers, my in-laws said no, it was not necessary and all I wanted to know was if she had started driving yet. The Mum said yes she was, but not having much luck as she went to town and got a parking ticket.

Hopefully she will have more luck in the future and mainly she will get over this bump, build her confidence back up to enjoy driving again. The car is fixable, going next week to be repaired. Not a great start for 2020 but let’s hope it can only get better.

Another cancelled event.

Another outing cancelled due to health issues.

Over the past 15 years, since becoming disabled, I’ve had to cancel a lot of planned events, family and friends special occasions, trips out with our son and many, many theatre trips. I would never know when / if my back was going to get worse, have flare ups with my bowel or IBS. But I won’t let it stop me making arrangements, I just have to pray that I can go. Unfortunately for me, the things I really want to do,  are the things I end up having to cancel.

Two weeks ago, I began a healthy eating plan, well we all began a healthy eating plan. Master and I was following Fitness Pal, Miss Adira joined Slimming World and Daddy just watched what he ate, as he hates counting calories. After being recommended a slow cooker, I purchased one. Now I’m not very good at just throwing stuff in a pot, knowing what flavours go together etc, but I do like the chilli / garlic mix. I also like a paprika mix. I made a chicken casserole, squid and pasta, which was very nice, a paprika chicken casserole, and a squid, mussel and pasta casserole. All things I’ve had before, but not 3 / 4 times a week. The vegetables I added were only the ones I know I can eat. Potato, baby corn, broccoli stems, ( not the tree bit ), green beans and asparagus.

So after the first couple of meals, having no reaction, I thought all was okay. Until Monday, when I began to feel mild twinges in my tummy, and something that I’ve only just put two and two together, I didn’t like the taste of my coffee. I couldn’t drink it, it tasted off even though I knew it wasn’t. I’ve only just realised this connection. By Monday evening, the twinges were stronger and I knew this was an IBS flare up. Tuesday it was really painful, and I had a decision to make.

You see, Wednesday and Thursday were very special days this week, I will explain more in a minute. But for now I had to decide if I felt I should cancel a hotel room for Wednesday night, tuesday evening I decided, no, leave it, it seemed to have calmed down. I packed my case, I was ready.

Until…..that night when it hit me like a juggernaut. If you don’t  suffer with IBS, you won’t know how severe it is, I can only describe it as being in labour without the joys of getting a baby at the end. You feel like your body is being battered from the inside out. Then once the flare up has calmed down, your body remains so sore, you’re muscles have been stretched, contracted so much, it’s the healing after a flare up that takes so long. Walking, holding your tummy so it doesn’t move, sitting, lying carefully, just like you would feel after giving birth.

So why was this particular flare up so disappointing……

In May, I celebrated the big 50 birthday, Miss Adira had planned a trip to watch The Ladyboys of Bangkok then stay over in a hotel.  She wanted us to enjoy some time together, enjoy playing more, a little spanking fun and just being together. I was so excited, it felt like a lonnggg time until it was actually here.

Miss Adira had booked a day off work and worked on Saturday so she could have the second day off. Daddy had done the same as he was going to be our taxi, plus I know he was hoping to get in on some action during the 2 days I was there.

As we got closer to the event it was decided I would go to work with Master, then Daddy would pick me up from there. We were stopping at the supermarket on the way to their house for a few treats in the hotel, plus we needed some pop and water. 

I’d bought a new red dress, which I wanted to wear with new red boots. I thought both Daddy and Miss Adira would love it. Once home and naked, I was to bring up a cup of tea to Miss Adira and snuggle in bed. Once their son left for school, the play would become more intense, her and Daddy wanted to have a threesome play and a tag team spanking. Miss Adira wanted to tap my bottom until raw, before getting to the hotel. I had my list of toys to pack, Mr Spikey, Little and Giant Devil, hammer and tawse, Mr Grater, numerous spikey brushes, vampire paddle and gloves, shoehorn, anal hook, bungee straps, candles, massage oil, lube, plenty of puppy pee mats, wipes, band-aids, bite gag was essential, unfortunately the Giant Devil and shoehorn wouldn’t fit in the case. But I think we had enough really. Miss Adira wanted my bottom to be raw and very very sore during the show. Daddy was taking us to the hotel at 3pm, there they would be more playing, she had charged her precious powerful vibrator, plus she was looking forward to using her new strap-on, she wanted it to be used first time somewhere special, so the hotel was the best place. I’d packed my selfie stick and charged my Gopro, we wanted the spanking recorded and my first time with the strap-on recorded. I’m sure the boys would enjoy watching it. 

So after playtime, we would get dressed up, I’d bought an outfit just for the show, I wanted Miss Adira to be proud of me, to show her girl off to the world as we held hands, walking down the street. Daddy was picking us up and taking us to the restaurant, Prezzo. I’d already looked online at the menu, naturally looking at the puddings first. It’s the law that you work backwards in a menu, choose your pud, then pick a main that won’t be too filling and starter that’s light. That way, you will always have room for your pudding. Now I think we were walking to the theatre for the show, but I could be wrong. Miss Adira had booked front row seats. I had no idea what to expect from the show, Master suspected it could be like a Miss World type of thing, Miss Adira thought it could be more cabaret. We will find out.

Daddy was picking us up after the show and taking us to the hotel. There Miss Adira was hoping for more play, topping up my sore bottom before going to sleep.

Daddy was picking us up in the morning, taking us out for breakfast, before heading back to their house. If there was anything left inside me and Miss Adira hadn’t left me unable to play anymore and all broken, as Daddy put it, then he was going to have his play with me. But he suspected I’d be walking like John Wayne, my happy spot all swollen, used and abused, my bottom hole the same and my bottom cheeks all black, swollen and extremely sore and raw.

At some point in the day, Daddy would take me home. So it was going to be a full, fun filled two days.

Now you can understand why I was so gutted when I got this flare-up. I feel like I’ve let Miss Adira down, all the time she spent organising the two days, the money on tickets and hotel, and now I couldn’t go. Then the familiar feelings came out, they don’t deserve this, we shouldn’t have got into a relationship like this with my disability and health not being great. They don’t need this in their life. Of course, I know this is nonsense, Master told them everything regarding my health at the start, they accepted it all but still doesn’t stop me from feeling the guilt when I had to cancel, especially when I know how much time has been spent organising it.

I told Daddy I was going to have to cancel and he would have to go instead. Then Miss Adira video called, I got upset telling her, she was fine, saying it’s one of those things and yes it does seem to happen a lot to you but there’s plenty of time to do this again. She said we are going to watch Dita Von Teese Burlesque show next year, we could do this then. It’s just one of those things.

Daddy wasn’t impressed at having to go, he didn’t want to watch Ladyboys doing whatever they were doing. They went for dinner at Prezzo, but had no pudding. Very naughty indeed, breaking the law of eating out. They both really enjoyed the show, Miss Adira sent us a lot of videos and photos. But the funniest was when Daddy was dragged up on stage, he had to dance with this ladyboy, sexy dancing, he grinded himself towards her, she rubbed her hands over his groin, he really was enjoying it. On the video all you could hear was Miss Adira laughing so much, which made me laugh even harder, even though it really hurt my tummy. But when they said their goodnight videos, they both said it was a very very good night and the show was great.

So I am really pleased they enjoyed themselves, even though they had to pay for the hotel and not use it, I asked Master to transfer some money to go towards the hotel bill for them, I felt it was only fair as I wasn’t able to go. I will tell them today when I speak to them. I’m just feeling like my insides are battered and bruised now, so it will be a gentle day for me again. 

Plus thinking about cooking basic foods for casseroles, will be something I should have a look at, I’m sure I can cook just a basic meat and veg casserole.

It won’t let me stop booking things again, though Daddy said when we go away next year for the weekend, he’s booking it but not telling me, just telling Master, then only telling me a few days before we go. Maybe it will work out better this way, we will wait and see.

PiggyJ’s birthday weekend and tattoos have been drawn.

Just had a brilliant weekend with Daddy and PiggyJ. Today is PiggyJ’s birthday, yesterday they were getting a tattoo from me and Master.

So they arrived about 10am, Saturday, we had a coffee before leaving to get to the tattoo shop for 11am. J was ready for Daddy and A was ready for piggy. As usual it took about an hour until the stencil was finally put on their legs. Master came with us, well he drove us, then picked us up. But PiggyJ wanted him to come so he got the final say on what he wanted exactly on the picture.

Daddy and I had already sorted the colours we wanted on my sketch. The most important was she had to have the same colour hair as the girl on my boob, as they both represent me. She had to have green eyes, red shoes and lipstick. We both wanted her bikini to be purple. We talked about maybe we should have some writing underneath but then changed our minds.

Then J was all set to start on Daddy’s leg. J knows about our lifestyle,  I mean how could he not, after he did the girl on my boob, the BDSM duck on my bum with the vine flowing between. He told us about a programme on TV that he said I needed to find on catch up. He was telling us about it in code almost, as there was another man being tattooed so he couldn’t just say there’s a programme about polygamy that you should watch and find it interesting. Not that we would be bothered, but I appreciate J wanting to keep it private.

It’s always so nice to see J, he’s very easy to chat too, always asks after Master, E and his girlfriend I. I feel I’ve become one of his regulars now. Plus bringing our family to him too. Though E’s girlfriend was the first to see J and recommend him.

I alternated between going to see PiggyJ’s tattoo being drawn and Daddy’s.  It took A a long time to get her tattoo right, along with adding the extras Master wanted. I loved watching J tattoo, its fascinating to watch. Daddy’s was finished after 75 minutes. And I loved it, I’m actually really proud of the fact he has my sketch on his leg. And Master and PiggyJ loved this sketch as they said it resembles me a lot.

So Daddy’s done, we walked to the small supermarket to buy lunch for us all. Stopping at Costa for coffee and hot chocolates to takeaway before heading back. On the way back we met E’s girlfriend, I, I introduced her to Daddy, using his first name, she said E was around somewhere but we didn’t see him. After a shortish chat with I, we went back to see PiggyJ, she had a very short break to eat 1 sandwich then A continued. Daddy and I sat on the little 2 seater settee and ate our lunch. There was a steady volume of people coming in, booking tattoos, or fixing a old tattoo, it ended up being a long wait for PiggyJ’s. It took 4 ½ hours, A looked shattered after concentrating for so long, must admit she looked knakard too. She had been out tge night before with her mates for a birthday bash and Daddy was taking them and bringing them home, so both of them got to bed at 2am, then up early to come to our house.

I messaged Master to come and collect us and soon we were home. But not for long because the table we booked for dinner was for 6.30pm. We got in just after 5pm. Daddy had a quick shower, washing the tattoo, then we all got ready to go out. I had to wrap PiggyJ’s birthday present from Daddy for him and iron his top. It’s a good job I love him, coz I don’t do ironing.

At the pub, we all got a drink, chose our meals and chatted. It’s so nice we get along like we’ve known each other for years. We had a lovely meal, then left to continue drinking. Finding a film for us to watch, this is where the rest of the evening is a bit vague.I got tipsy, well actually the boys said I was proper drunk, both thinking I would be sick at some point of the night.

I’ve become a Jack Daniels Tennessee Fire lover, it’s just so nice, so smooth, and seems to make me very very drunk. We watched the film, then decided Master and PiggyJ would go to bed. Master helped us clear space in the living room, blowing the air bed up, putting the sheet on and getting the blankets. Then Master walked up to me and asked me to suck his cock. I’m not gonna say no, so I fell to my knees and sucked his cock. This is where things are a bit hazy. Apparently, I took turns with sucking his cock with PiggyJ, then Daddy had a turn. After that PiggyJ and I took turns sucking Daddy’s cock. During my turn, PiggyJ had been stroking my bum when she bit down hard. (I’ve no recollection accept for a blue/black bruise in the shape of a mouth for evidence. I screamed very loud when she bit, so I’ve been told.) Master played with me, making me squirt buckets, lol, I do remember that. Then whilst PiggyJ was sucking Daddy’s cock, I was playing with her boobs, when Master told me to finger her. I’ve never done this before, Master probably thought I’d just do it coz I’m drunk. Unfortunately I only remember doing it, not how it felt or more importantly, did PiggyJ like it. I had to ask Master the following day, and then asked PiggyJ if it was ok. She told me it was more than okay, she really really enjoyed it. She was more bothered about me, did I get forced to do it ? I told her no, Master told me to do it, but I did it without being made to do it. And I’m glad I did, I don’t think I could do that when I’m sober. Not yet anyway.

So by all accounts we had an amazing play last night, and I don’t remember a thing  !!!

Not happy bout that.

Everyone then went to bed, I don’t think we watched any more TV. This time, with arranging the living room better, there was space for the dogs to move around, and they both actually slept. Muffin slept on the settee, Dave slept on the bed with us, taking most of the blankets, but Daddy and I slept really well.

In the morning, I had a pretty bad hangover, after some coffees I felt more human  but my back was quite sore. We watched a film in bed, snuggled together, the dogs on the bed with us, I do love watching tv in bed, Master doesn’t like doing that, so it’s something I can enjoy with Daddy. Soon we heard the bed springs going and the sounds of PiggyJ enjoying a birthday orgasm or 2. So we guessed they were awake upstairs.

I took charge in servicing everyone with coffee and tea then when Master was ready he came downstairs, made us all bacon butties and served them to us in bed. This was a real treat, yes Master does the majority of the cooking, he’s an excellent chef, but he only ever brings me my meals when my back has been really bad, so it was very special. I know as his slave I should be serving him, but our setup is, he’s happy to cook then I will clean up. Plus he knows how much I struggle to stand up for too long so it just works out perfect for us.

Having had breakfast, Daddy and I finished watching our film, then we tidied the living room, putting everything back in its place by the time Master and PiggyJ came downstairs. Having another drink, it was time for PiggyJ to open her presents, first from Daddy, even though she already knew it was a watch, but she then passed it to Master to do his techie thing, setting it up for her.

Next she chose the card and presents from Master. Now I knew about his presents, 2 adult colouring books, one showing different sexual positions and the other had pictures of swearing cats. She was made up with them. But her card got us all laughing hysterically, she’s given me permission to post it, as we all thought it was brilliant.

Mine were a bit more typical girly gifts, a makeup bag, new brushes and a cosmetic mirror. But she liked them, her card was from one sister to another. As that’s how I see her now.

She loved all her presents, I think she was a little overwhelmed by them all to be honest but we had made her birthday an extra special one. And she’s worth it.

Soon it was time for them to go home, it had been a fab wkend, the tattoos represent us being joined as one now. I can’t begin to explain how I feel about Daddy’s tattoo and I know PiggyJ feels the same about hers. It’s been a very special visit.

It’s my Birthday.

Today is my Birthday, I am 49 years young.

As usual, I asked my best friend, J, to make me a birthday cake, but this one was something different for her……

A Red Velvet, White Chocolate Cheesecake.

Basically it’s a standard 3 layered red velvet cake with the cream frosting on top of a white chocolate cheesecake.

In our local pub, they serve this dessert and it’s so yummie, you could buy a whole cake from them but I wanted J to make it.

As she’s a fabulous baker and cake designer, she does it as her hobby, but could go professionally.

When she dropped the cake off, she said it hadn’t worked out very well, the cheesecake base was cracking. But I said I was sure it will be lush as usual. She made me promise to be completely honest about it and she intends to make it again for me, this time with a good solid cheesecake base. I said I’m sure it will be fine.

She said she hated letting the base beat her, as she had made the base a few times and still didn’t hold, yet she makes a lot of cheesecakes. So she was determined to make it again, this time so she is happy about it.

 

So for my birthday, I’m going to see my folks this morning, for a coffee, we are not going out for lunch as mum is still pretty shattered after a busy weekend last week. So we will do lunch next week instead. But it also worked out better, as I’m taking my other best friend, L, to her radiotherapy and she is getting a massage after it. L didn’t want me to do today as it was my birthday but her mum is away and I knew she was getting tired, so I chose to just tell her I’m going to mums early then coming straight to L’s and drive her to hospital. I will chill out and read my book whilst she is busy. Then drop her home again. Later when the boys have finished work, my in-laws are popping round then Master, me, E and I, his girlfriend will go to the local pub for a meal and yes, a slice of Red Velvet, White Chocolate Cheesecake for dessert. Hope they have it in today.

So I’ve a very nice day planned, can’t believe I’m 49 though, it must seem unbelievable to my parents that their 2 children are 50 and 49. Where do the years go ! I’m hoping to go on a Hot Air Balloon ride for my 50th, it might not happen due to health etc, but what a way to celebrate a %0th birthday. Master won’t go on it though but L and I have both said they will do it. But that’s for next year. Time to get showered and walk the dogs before going out.