New rules and tasks.

New rules and tasks.

 

Firstly I have to apologise for my absence, as you know it’s a busy time of year, plus I’m doing a picture for someones Christmas present, not sure if you’ve ever seen these pictures advertised on Instagram or Facebook. They are called Painting With Diamonds. It’s similar to Paint By Numbers. Basically you’ve a picture printed on an adhesive canvas, it has many many squares with different colour codes. Your job is to stick “diamonds” onto each square to create a vibrant mosaic painting.

It’s very relaxing and I’m actually able to do it without causing myself more pain. 

It was funny a few months ago, I bought 2 online and was just waiting for them to arrive, takes about 6 weeks as they are from China. Miss Adira said I’ve bought you a present and I’ve got one for myself. It was a diamond painting from a craft shop. I started laughing and said “I’ve just bought 2 of these, I’m waiting for them to arrive.” We hadn’t talked about them, ever, yet we always know what we would like. It’s nice that we now can chat about each others picture. I’ve asked for a custom one made of our dogs and a lovely picture of a sunset through a wine glass for Christmas but they are very big, so may take some time to do. But I don’t mind. Miss Adira is doing a big one at the moment and said it will take months to finish, but they’re almost addictive once you start, you just can’t stop doing more and more.

I’m doing this picture for somebody’s Christmas present, so my focus has been that rather than writing blogs.

 

Let me tell you about the new rules Daddy has set.

Ask permission to go out, this does not apply to going shopping, doing tasks or walking the dogs.

Ask permission to drink alcohol, at anytime.

I’d noticed that every time I went out or had a drink, Daddy would say, “You’ve not asked to go out or to drink alcohol.” So I asked him if this was something he wanted to add into his rules, he said “Yes.” This was 2 weeks ago, so far I’ve not remembered to ask, but Daddy had given me a pass but from now on, he will not let me off. I’ve got to try really hard to remember this now.

But I do like these rules, it makes me feel even more ‘little’ having to ask to go out or drink, Daddy will also know what I’m doing and when. I can almost feel him with me, watching me, listening to what I’m saying, it feels like a reminder not to swear too. 

The new task came from Daddy and Miss Adira.

They both want me to start baking, my first attempt were cupcakes, not very successful. The cakes were baked a bit too long and the icing was runny. The second attempt was slightly better, the cakes were ok but the icing was still runny. But everyone enjoyed them. The next baking session was chocolate crispy cakes. Sounds simple, something you make with your kids when they are very young.

But this was not simple for me though, I remembered Mum had a great recipe for crispy cakes, and over the years we converted it into a hot chocolate sauce to go with ice cream. Unfortunately with Mum’s dementia and Dad’s general old age memory they did not remember us using it to make chocolate crispy cakes. So I had to just budge it and hope. So I made it but I suspected it hadn’t worked. And I was right. The next day I looked at them in the fridge and it had gone soggy. I had to throw the lot out. Drove quickly to Tesco to buy Mars bars and tried to make Mars Bar Crispy Cakes. Now stupidly I never looked at the recipe Master found, I just melted the Mars bars in the microwave, which went gloopy, mixed the rice crispies as best I could, put it in the tray then put it in the fridge. 

A couple of hours later, we had to go to Daddy’s, so I somehow, broke the crispy cakes into some sort of slices, put them in the box and took them round. Now I have to be honest, they were really nice, chewy, crunchy but not tons of flavour. But the good thing was, Daddy, Miss Adira and their son C, loved them. 

Then they decided I was to make a Victoria sponge cake for the next visit, which is today. It’s been a v long time since I made this, so hunted for a recipe, found one, bought all the ingredients then began. And I must admit, so far so good. I weighed the mixture into 2 cake tins, and put them in the oven.

After tidying the kitchen, leaving the ingredients out for the frosting, I did the best thing about making a cake. I licked the bowl clean, the spoons and spatulas. Yummie.

Getting the cakes out was a bit of a task, the first one stuck so it broke a bit but I got the second one out easier. Then left them to cool.

Time for the frosting, now I did ask Miss Adira if I could just buy ready made frosting, but no surprise she said no. So I read up the recipe, when the cake was cold I plopped the broken one on the base of the cake box I bought, melted some raspberry jam so it spread easily over the cake,  then made the frosting. And this worked well too. I mixed it by hand, this will give me some muscles in my arms, then gave it a blast with the hand mixer. There seemed to be a lot of frosting, but I followed the recipe, filled the middle and there was half left still. I put the other cake on top and decided to cover the entire thing, just to use the frosting up.

When I’d finished I noticed it was melting a bit so I got it in the fridge  and left it to set. Looking at it today, it looks okay, yes its wonky, bit like the Leaning Tower Of Pisa, yes there’s loads of frosting but it looked alright. I took some photos and sent them to the group chat, Muss Adira’s first comment was, “It’s not straight……..”, Daddy’s comment, “What is that?”. To which I said, “Right you’re not getting this cake now.” Obviously they will, I hope everyone likes it.

Miss Adira has already decided on the next cake as it’s her birthday soon, so she wants a chocolate fudge cake. Omg, that’s making the cake, frosting and ganache. I’ve found a fairly simple recipe, so I’m to make it for 2 weeks today. Wish me luck guys.

 

Manho…Daddy’s monthly blog for November.

Manho monthly blog for November

 

Well again this monthly blog is written late due to being rather busy this past month, so any way been a good month this month took me Little Minxs away for a night and Master and Piggy went to a club whilst we were away.

The night away was in a rather nice B & B just outside the lake district and it was really nice to be able to take Little Minxs away, as she had missed out going out with her Miss Adira in October as Little Minxs had become rather ill just before their night away, so yours truly stepped in and took one for the team, Piggy had planned a night in a hotel and a show, the show being Lady Boys of Banging Cock, and I must admit I did rather quite enjoy myself and I know Little Minxs would of enjoyed it also. 

Now this leads me onto the night away with Little Minxs, so I spoke with Piggy and suggested about taking Little Minxs away for the night and you and Master could do something as I know Master has been really busy at work over the last month as well, so Piggy found a really nice B & B south of the Lake District and suggested it, as it had a sauna and hot tube bath as well, so agreed it looked nice, however I needed to ask Master if it was ok to take Little Minxs away for the night, I asked and he said it was fine, we made some jokes about Little Minxs cockle picking and what not and then told Little Minxs that I was going to take her away for the night to make up for the night away she had missed with her Miss Adira, bless her little face it like up like a Christmas tree, however I had not planned anything more at this point then taking her away to the nice B & B.

Now Miss Adira and Little Minxs had been chatting about the night away and Piggy had asked if I had shown her the hotel we were staying in, Little Minxs had said to Piggy I had not, as this was going to be a surprise for Little Minxs, so in Piggy’s wisdom she forwarded on where we were staying the night buggering up any surprise as after finding out about this, I told them both it was meant to be a surprise for Little Minxs.

Now the day had arrived for me to go and get Little Minxs from her house and take her away, and discussing over the last few weeks if I had planned anything else to do with her when  we were away and if I’m honest I hadn’t apart from go up to Windemere and pretty much wing it. Now Little Minxs wanted to go to Lakeland ( a hardware shop ) when we was up there, so she could buy a potato peeler and a metal sieve, so I picked up Little Minxs up at about 8.30ish said hello to Master then we drove up to Windemere, we arrived at Lakeland just after 11.00 I think and decided to go to the café it get a coffee and a piece of really nice toast with peanut butter then look about in the store.

We came across the sieves Little Minxs wanted and bloody hell they were £20 each to which I went on Amazon and you could buy a set of three for £10, so Little Minxs was told she could not have them and to order the sieves from amazon, bloody £20 for a sieve, robbing SOB’s. She found her potato peeler and got two and wanted to look around for some knifes, most possibly to stab me with when I sleep, as I would not let her spend £20 of Masters hard earned pennies on a sieve, they had only a few knife sets in and they were rather expensive also so we paid for her peelers and left.

So it was I think 11.45 now and asked Little Minxs if she would like a drive threw the mountains to a nice chocolatiers shop about 40 minutes away, she said she would, so we drove up to the shop and looked about Little Minxs bought some chocolates for herself and Miss Adira and I bought Master some mints, we left and drove back to Windemere where we stopped and had a really nice lunch in a nice little pub at the side of the lake, the food was really nice, Little Minxs had squid I think with garlic mayo, god that mayo was bloody strong, I had a Cumberland sausage sandwich, we chose not to have a dessert as we were rather quite full and left. 

We took a little drive into Windemere to see if we could find Miss AdIra a shot glass as she has a nice collection of shot glasses at home, couldn’t find a one, which was rubbish so we left Windemere and made our way to the hotel, I drove along the road at the side of the lake which was really nice and Little Minxs enjoyed that as well.

We arrived at the hotel just before four checked in, we were shown to our room which was really nice, it was big and the room we had, had its own private bathroom with a sauna and hot tub, so we settled in and used them. It was so relaxing we did not go out anywhere as we were still full from lunch, so we sat on the bed cuddled and watched films and chatted.

It was a very enjoyable day spending the day and night with Little Minxs, and will be doing it more often if allowed, now next months blog will be about me taking Piggy away for her birthday and surprise I hope she likes…so until next month…..

 

Miss Adira’s blog for November.

Lets switch it up a bit………..

 

Let’s tell you about what’s coming up……….

I’ll start by saying I’ll never learn; I really should think before sharing things in our group chat or with Sir.

So, to set the scene, I saw an article in a newspaper about glitter covered boobs, more specifically boobs covered in glitter to resemble a reindeer. It made me chuckle and thought that it would make others in the group chuckle. Well that was until the message came through… I see a challenge forming, to which I said Eh…..well that’s what I wrote not quite what I was thinking. The reply was most festive boob decorations. I said I think Me, and Aurora have an unfair advantage. Sirs reply was Nope, Manho could team them with festive balls…then later another message you girls could include your growlers (Sir has such a way with words) Then once this is done then the most daring photo.

Oh my I hear… YES…

 

So the challenge now has a points based system as well. Best decorated boobs get 10 points, there is then a chance to earn a further 10 points for the option to take 5 daring selfies. Meaning it could end in a tie.

 

There is a prize for this challenge though, whoever wins gets to go to the cinema with Sir, here’s the twist though we can choose the film. Now this is a Biggy as Sir is very particular with what films he likes to watch, not a fan of things like horror or probably romantic comedy. It will be interesting to see what the winner chooses.

Pictures have to be submitted by Christmas Eve, so you will have to wait and see who the winner is, but I am sure there will be pictures.

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.

Why Do I Keep Going wrong ?

Why do I keep going wrong ?

After disappointing Daddy for missed tasks I’ve been trying really hard to get them done at the right time. I’ve added an alarm to my phone at 9am and 4pm, This is to check I’ve done everything, then sign it off on my tasks sheet. And I thought I was really getting into this routine.

So when Daddy phoned yesterday and said the first part of this conversation is not going to be pleasant. I thought, Oh God what’s happened, what have I done. Where is my morning selfie ? He asked.

This left me a bit dumbstruck. I was sure I sent it, I felt certain I had taken them.

The only difference yesterday was I had an idea for my erotic photos for Miss Adira, and my head was thinking only about this.

I took photos of my homework, then waited until my son had left for work, then I took myself upstairs. I had a shower, did my hair, put makeup on so I looked nice for the pictures. I’d bought new bras which I wanted to try on, 2 for everyday wear, 2 sexy ones for going out, meeting Daddy and Miss Adira. This was all I was focusing on.

Now for my 50th birthday present from Miss Adira, she is taking me away for the night, we are going out for afternoon tea then going to watch The LadyBoys of Bangkok.

I really wanted a sexy outfit, which is hard for me when I don’t feel a sexy woman. I bought a black tight skirt, had it shortened to over my knee, I found 2 pairs of over the knee boots in the sale, black and blue suede, and bought a black sheer top. Originally I wanted to wear a basque underneath, bought 2, I felt were too small, so bought the next size which was far too big. So, with Master;s help, I got the smaller basque on, but OMG I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t sit down, never mind going for a meal and sitting in a show for 2 hours. Master said I was just not the right shape for a basque. Be okay for a quick photo shoot, but after that, no.

Master suggested wearing just a bra underneath, it would look sexy plus you would see your tattoos. So I had to buy some sexy bras. The 2 I own are decidedly ugh, I hate underwired bras, the wire always digs into my sides, but the non-wired bras are pretty dull and boring. So I decided I had to suffer the wires, and purchase some pretty, sexy bras. I found 2 I liked so purchased them.

Then I tried the outfit on, taking photos of the new bras first, I put the outfit on and wow I actually felt good in it, I felt sexy. I think mainly because it didn;t show my figure, my big tummy mainly.

So I got carried away with my outfits and taking photos, once I had sorted them out and edited them I sent them to Master, Daddy and Miss Adira.

The response I got was amazing, they all said I looked real sexy, now I wouldn’t go that far, but I did feel a bit more confident in myself. I think Miss Adira will be proud to take me out looking like this. 

Next year we are also going to see a burlesque show with Miss Dita Von Teese Glamonareix

So I think I will be wearing this outfit then, if I really do feel sexy in it when we go to see The Ladyboys.

Miss Adira asked me why I liked 2 particular photos, it was a hard question to answer, so I just explained that just putting the boots on made me feel good, and I could honestly say I felt comfortable in it, Showing off my tattoos makes me feel confident for some reason. I just felt a self confidence I never really feel, the only time I feel like this is at the naturists park we go to. Then I’m not bothered, I think to myself this is the body I’ve got, so embrace it. And I do. When I’m home I do anything to hide my body, well the middle section mostly. Tummy and scar.

But all this is no excuse for missing my selfie. No matter that Daddy loved the photos, they weren’t the photos he was wanting. Or expecting. Or at the correct time.

The last thing he said to me last Saturday after my punishment spanking, was,  if you miss just one more, then you will get a no-nonsense, long punishment. He said things like having no TV at bedtime until he decides I’m allowed it, No Ipad, chromebook for a month unless I’m writing a blog then I have to give it back to Master, given daily tasks on top of my normal stuff for a month. He even mentioned me not being allowed to watch grown-up programmes, and just watching the kids channels, I hope to God this one doesn’t happen. But I’ve disappointed him again, and he said once more that he thinks I’m doing it on purpose. But I’m not, I think the only way to make him believe me is by making sure I get it done. Stop getting side tracked on other things. I need to focus, once the homework is done, sent them there and then, even if its 4 am, like today when I’d done it all. Take the selfies then and send everything. Fill out my task sheet, making sure I’ve ticked off each task. Then I can think about the rest of the day.

Anyway at first Daddy set me an origami to make, I did not think this was a sufficient punishment to make me stop forgetting, so I reminded him about what he had said at the end of the last punishment. “Oh ok if you want to go down that route, you will get a more serious punishment. So to start with, I want 1000 lines, in your best writing, in nice rainbow colours, I will not forget my Daddy’s tasks ever again. I want you sat on nuts and bolts whilst you are writing them. This becomes very painful after a few minutes. Tomorrow (which is now today) I want a video at 6 minutes past the hour, from 8.06am – 8.06pm, saying I am sorry I missed my task again, I will try harder. I’ve been told there will be more punishments to come.

Master and Daddy have both mentioned that maybe I’ve too many things on,  and I’ve too many tasks but I’ve not many daily tasks, once the homework is done, poses for Miss Adira, it’s only selfies to do, unless I’m given extra tasks for punishment or for their amusement. So going forward, I intend to send homework, selfies and poses as soon as I’ve done them, then I know they are done. I don’t want to hear Daddy say he’s disappointed again, I want him to say well done or thank you for my tasks, daily like he usually does, not a conversation where I’ve missed one. Or worse, missed them all. 

But he did say the photos were really sexy and it was hard to concentrate on his job after seeing them. That the boots were a big turn on, so all he thought about was making me squirt, giving me multiple orgasms and spanking my butt, just with me wearing those boots. Now even though I missed a task, I’m gonna be honest now, just hearing Daddy say that, the passion, desire in his voice, had made this mistake worth it. Even if I’m not enjoying writing these 1000 lines, sat on nuts and bolts and probably won’t enjoy anything else he sets to add to the punishment. Hopefully this will be the last time.

The songs I chose for Miss Adira.

The songs I chose for Miss Adira to represent her, Master and Daddy.

Master.

https://youtu.be/oqiT6HXAz8s ( This link won’t play the right song, so just write song, there is no artist into YouTube if you want to listen to it. )

Suck Me Off.  

Dominated Love Slave. Green Day

He Hit Me And It Felt Like A Kiss. Nicole Dollanganger.

Erotica. Madonna

Daddy.

Naughty Girl. The Hard Rollin Daddies.&

https://youtu.be/oqiT6HXAz8s ( This link won’t play the right song, so just write song and artist into YouTube if you want to listen to it. )

I Just Wanna Make Love To You. Freddie King.

Been a bad girl. Khia.

Erotica. Madonna

Miss Adira.

Love me like you do. Ellie Goulding

She Dominates. Blitzkid.

S & M Rhianna

Erotica. Madonna

Spank My Booty. Lords Of Acid

I think all these songs are very good representations of my dynamic with Master, Daddy and Miss Adira. She was very pleased with what I chose.

Day 11 building this damn matchstick house.

So where am I up to on my matchstick house, day 7. It’s now day 11.

So Friday I couldn’t do any, as I had other things on, hosi apt, sleep. The weekend was pretty much a no go, as we were having a stay over at Daddy’s, I needed a snooze, get the bags packed, well that usually entails getting toys into the toy bag, finding out what Daddy wanted me to bring, usually jokari all the time, adding something I love, no surprises that’s Mr Spikey, asking Master what he wanted packing, usually the crop all the time, plus summit else, even though their selection of toys is growing nicely, then it’s packing meds for us both, any tasks I’ve needed to do for the weekend, this week it was make 2 origami butterflies for Daddy. Then we get home Sunday around lunchtime, I’m usually so tired I end up sleeping part of it. 

Now we come to the final week, 7 days until it’s due to be built.

Monday was a busy day, I had to go to town for Master, then I had a man coming to fit more grab rails around the house from the occupational therapist team. I was so sore, I had to take a diazepam and go to sleep. So NO house building.

Tuesday, Master was off work as we were have cement delivered for the garage floor. Him and his Dad worked had to level it as the cement guys wheelbarrowed 3 tons of cement in. The concrete guys were very impressed by their work, thinking they must have laid cement before, but Master said no, this is all from watching hours of YouTube, amazing what you can learn from TV. Then his Dad left. 

I started trying to continue on the house, but I must admit I was expecting my father in law to ask what on earth I was doing. But he didn’t. His only comment was why do it in the tray, would it not be better on the table. I just replied it’s easier to move if it’s in the tray.

After we spent an hour figuring out how to cover the concrete without falling in and before the thunderstorms started, we eventually got it covered as the first rumble was heard.

Master had a rest whilst it poured down outside, he was watching his YouTube videos so I started on the house again. Then FFS, the darn thing fell down. Built it again, up to the turning over stage, then FFFFFFFSSSSSSSS it broke apart again. By this time I was fuming, ready to throw the matches out of the window, as I started again. I don’t know where I was going wrong. It just didn’t seem as solid as the one on the video. Yet from what I could see I was following it step by step. I sent a very grumbling message to MIss Adira, I sensed her chuckling at work, feeling my frustration. 

Master told me to have a break so I walked away, but I was really worked up with it by now, so I chose to try again. Then FUDGE IT, it started to fall down. As I tried to slot the sticks back in, the opposite side began to crumble and before I could do anything else, sticks fell out and I couldn’t figure out where they came from, Then the fdgin thing toppled again.

4 fudging times I tried to make this fudging house. 

That’s it, I shouted, I’m done. Some rather grumpy / attitude messages went to Miss Adira, she didn’t seem to happy about them so I shut up quickly. By the end of the day I said, Okay, I’m done, it’s impossible. I’m giving up. I texted this quickly to MIss Adira, who replied, Are you really giving up. You have until Sunday to keep trying. This made me feel guilty, maybe I shouldn’t give up. She sent me another message asking if I was giving up, so I said, No , I will keep trying until Sunday. I said it rather begrudgingly. Then she replied, I’ve a good mind to try building this house myself. Well I’m not gonna repeat what was going through my head at this point, let me just say, it was summit along the lines of shoving the matches where the sun don’t shine. But naturally I never said again like it, except curse and growl at the matches.

So in that Tuesday, I rebuilt this flipping house 5 times. 5 fudging times.

Unfortunately I had a full on day yesterday, a lady came who was possibly going to be our cleaner, lovely lady, highly recommended, so she is starting next Tuesday. Then I had a perching stool and commode delivered by the occupational therapists, I forgot they were coming. Then I was meeting my best friend and we were driving to Liverpool to look at a few cars, as my mobility car is being replaced in November. I need to know which car I’m choosing before the letter comes to order it. The intention was going to the Mercedes dealer, then BMW, Mini, lastly Hyundai. Master had sent me the list of cars to look for. When I saw the Mercedes A Class, well for the first time I fell in love. This is the car I want. So we never went to the other dealers. Instead we drove to our favourite Chinese restaurant, had a lovely lunch. Drove my friend home, staying for a quick coffee before heading home before our food shop was being delivered. I was in the house for about 15 minutes before it came. So I needed to unpack, and was still putting away by the time Master came home from work.

Today as I’ve been up since 1.30am, Daddy said leave the origami dragons as you’re too tired to concentrate, then you decide if you can do anymore of the house. But honestly, I’m so tired I’m not touching the house today. Yet I can’t fudging sleep either. I’ve done a bit of gardening, thinking the fresh air will help me sleep, but no, So another day with no progress, I’m in exactly the same point I was in last Friday, last week. I’ve gotta turn the blasted thing over to try to continue. And it’s leaning like the Tower Of Pisa.


July’s blog from Daddy.

Tuesday 2nd July blog…….

Well as promised me avid readers I would try and do a blog once a week then submitted them all at the end of the month, sooooo, this is the first blog of the month where me and my Little Minx’s went for our tattoos this past Tuesday, which would have been the 2nd of July, my tattoo was a belated birthday present from my Master and the tattoo for Little minx’s was our first anniversary present as Master had suggested the tattoo, pics will follow….

So I arrived at Littles house about 9.30 that morning, gave the pups a fuss and gave Little Minx’s a big kiss then pretty much left.

On the way to the town centre we had decided to call at the local Morrison’s to get some lunch whilst we were at the tattoo studio and I thought it would be nice to have a little breakfast as well whilst we were there, whilst having our breakfast Little Minx’s had said she needed to call at the bank before we went to get our tattoos, so after breakfast we headed into town parked up near as dam as swearing to the bank then went to the bank, now this is when the saga begins……….

Little had headed over to the cashier to either put money in or out not really sure, so I decided to sit down on the comfy seats and play what ever crap was on my phone, a minute later I heard my name being bellowed, I looked up and Little Minx’s was all of a fluster saying she had lost her bank card (again I might add), I looked at her and had  said “You’ve only just used it to buy your lunch at Morrison’s”, “I know” she replied “I had put it in my phone and it’s not there and not in my bag”, “Give me your car keys and I will go and see if it’s fell out” I replied, so I took Littles car keys and toddled off to the car her wonderful fiat 500, (erm Daddy, it’s an Abarth, not a fiat 500, ) so gets to her car, has a good old root around and surprise surprise no card, bugger I thought, so heads back up towards the bank and met Little half way and she asks if I had found her card, I told her I hadn’t, so at this point she’s getting a tad bit stressed, saying she can’t pay for my tattoo now as she had lost her card, I said to her to stop panicking, we can get my tattoo done another time it wasn’t an issue, I advised Little to go back to Morrison’s and we will retrace our steps see if it’s been handed in.

We headed back to Morrison’s and arrived in quick time, we passed the disabled bays where we had parked originally, I jumped out of the car and told Little Minx’s to park up whilst I check the bays to see if it had been dropped, so I went checking and very luckily no sooner as I checked, I saw her bank card on the floor, I went back to Little and passed her card back and quite firmly told her to put her bank card inside her purse and not back inside her phone, as this was not the first time she had lost her bank card.

So after that little saga and Little Minx’s being a little tired, we headed to the tattoo studio to get our tattoos.

Arriving just after eleven at the tattooist both artists were getting ready for us, now Littles tattoo was only going to take a hour so that wasn’t bad for her, however mine was a good old two and a half hours or so I was led to believe, bloody three and a half hours, as it took longer due to the amount of colour being packed it, but it looks so good A had done a really good job and Master was pleased as was both Little and Piggy….and Little’s tattoo was really good as well with vibrant colours, now both tattoo artists know of our relationship and are quite intrigued.

So once both tattoos had been done, we headed to the piercing studio, as I was having my PA ring upgraded to a 6mm and my ladder bars changed to a nice blue, now over the weekend I had lost my second bar down and found it on the Sunday on the floor in the bedroom, I asked Piggy to put it back in however after several minutes messing about, it wouldn’t go back in, I spoke with Little that Sunday evening and asked if we could nip into the piercers on the Tuesday and see if they could change the bars and PA ring. So we arrived at the piercers, A wasn’t in so the nice lady tended to us and explained that one of the bars had fell out and whilst we were there would she mind changing the bars and PA, of course she didn’t mind as we were regular customers and Piggy is due there this coming Saturday. 

I hopped on to the seat and she started to change the bars she looked at the one which was missing and tried to put the bar in however the bloody thing wouldn’t go in so she said she would have to repierce that particular hole, so I braced myself for a restabbing and god damn she went slow and it tiggled just a little, that done she changed the rest of the bars but was unable to change the PA ring as it was to stiff and she had issues with her wrist, so all that done we went to pay and prepay for Piggies piercing ready for Saturday.

We left there and headed back to Littles house I couldn’t stay as I had to take the car in to the repairs that afternoon, I gave a big cuddle and kiss to Little and said I would message her when I got back home…..

Day 2 of building the matchstick house.

Day 2 of building the matchstick house.

So here goes, day 2 begins on the hottest day in the UK for a loooonnnng time, reaching 30°c +. Far too hot to sit out, not that I can coz I’ve no chairs I can sit comfortably in.

Anyway, yesterday I thought maybe it would be better if I put the first layer of sticks on bluetac, well pinktac, thinking this will keep the bottom row still. Hmmmmm I could almost hear Miss Adira doing her evil chuckle as she imagined me doing it, cursing me head off even though I shouldn’t. Though today, I didn’t say 1 curse word until the last minute. I decided I was going to talk nicely to the house then maybe it will work for me.

So I took my time getting started, trying to ensure the gaps were the same. The pinktac was working, bottom row done. Second row completed without issue.

The next stage is 6 rows of just 2 sticks on opposite sides per row. This went without a hitch. You had to ensure the match end was facing the correct way as they did, this looks better and looks better when on fire. I noticed the second to last row was wrong so took them off and re-did them.

So now I’m at the stage where it collapsed on me yesterday. I painfully and gently poked my tweezers inside the first hole, and the first match dropped down. I’m going on me hands an knees to to watch the match, see where it goes, move the bottom stick to try to drop it down further. I’m standing above it so I can look right down and see if the passage is clear.

Here things began to go wrong, coz sometimes I had to move the sticks back, as they were falling from the sides, then the bottom was going hey wire, I tried everything to gently prod the sticks in place but had no luck. After I had succeeded in getting 6 sticks down the cube, one side toppled.

OMG, did I wanna scream, curse, throw them away, throw them at Miss Adira, well obviously I’m not that stupid to actually do that, I calmly sat down, watched the brand new series of Dance Moms, you all know how much I love that show, and didn’t think if that stupid house until it finished.


Ready for the sticks to go down.
Losing it now.

Round 3 after Dance Moms. I started again. Building the first 4 or 5 rows before the darn thing fell. The annoying factor is I took all the time to get it even, then I think I knocked it with my tweezers. But my back was pooped from crouching down, from bending over it. Oh FFS I said to the matches, you can shut up too, I told the man on the YouTube video I was following. Hearing my Miss Adira in my head, giggling, sensing my frustration, knowing how peeved I was, made me more peeved.

Toppled down already.

So Day 2 is over and I’m no better than I was yesterday.

SCRREEEAAAAMMMMIINNGGGG.

Someone asked yesterday why don’t I use glue, well the simple answer is you can’t, unless you cheat. It’s all about precision of where you put the matches. And I wouldn’t cheat,  I’d rather admit defeat than cheat. Anyway, imagine the punishment if I did, doesn’t bare thinking about.

There was also a question of what was the orange thing in the photos, it is a rotary craft knife. I can’t hold the small craft knives, my fingers don’t work like they used to. I had to buy precision tweezers which are more chunky to hold onto, which is better for me and if I get to the next stage of making it look like a house, I need to cut the matches down to make the doors and window, sounds simple, but bet it’s not. 

I went to bed frustrated and annoyed that I couldn’t do it again. I can honestly tell you this is far worse than the worst spankings I’ve ever had and that’s exactly why Miss Adira and Daddy set these things as punishments and I’m not liking this one, one tiny bit.

Miss Adira’s task / punishment task

Miss Adira’s task / punishment task.

So you know now that origami has become a typical punishment for me. Depending on the misdemeanour, Miss Adira may include other things  in the punishment, like doing lines on the paper first, then do the origami . She is loving going through YouTube to see what she could get me to do.

Her idea is, she eventually wants a farm. This will include a solid base, paper mache to design the floor, small hills, slopes, fields for the origami animals. And buildings,out houses and farm house.

Now I was given a punishment earlier this week, for what I can’t remember and I can’t find a mention of it in Whatsapp, but she told me what it was on Thursday. I was a bit flabbergasted at it, but all I know is I’ve told her she’s banned from watching Youtube. Lol, like I can actually ban her to do anything.

Anyway, this weeks task is to build a house out of matchsticks, real ones not the arty sort. So she had spent the week looking through YouTube to decide which house I was to copy. Yes I mean a particular house she has chosen for her farmyard. She giggled her evil giggle, knowing my reaction would be shock, telling her to fudge off, ( no I’m not that stupid ) maybe saying No Way. Throwing her evil looks, speechless really, as I thought about the task ahead. She will be showing me the house YouTube clip today, providing me with matchsticks, I’ve got PVA glue already and now I’ve got paint to paint it. I did ask if she wanted me to buy some art sticks but she said she wanted real matchsticks. I said the nobbily bit  at the end will make it difficult to make the lines straight. “I know,” She said with her evil voice, evil giggle, rubbing her hands together. I think she knows I’m going to get very very frustrated by this task.

I don’t know how long I’ve got to complete this task, but I will let you know.