Piggy/Miss Adora’s blog for November.

So another lockdown, another covid test and another positive result…

Pretty much getting fed up with it all now. So it was my hubbies and my turn to test positive this time. Only this time I had an appointment I couldn’t miss, I’d had to cancel it once already and really didn’t want to again. 

I’d been waiting for a an appointment to get my lady bits checked out. See, I’d had an abnormal smear and needed further investigation,  now I’d already cancelled it once before and really didn’t want to again. Well working out from my positive result date and my appointment, I was good but only by a few days. 

So, to cut a long story short, I’ve been to the appointment, the team I saw were fantastic and really did put me at ease. I’m due my results any day soon from the biopsy they took, so hopefully it’s good news.

Manho the Daddy’s blog for November.

Manho’s November blog.

How do, readers, another month past and ever so close to Christmas…..bloody cancelled. 

So what’s happened in this last month, well both me and Piggy decided to go and get the woohoo flu at the beginning of the month, I thinks I may of caught it at work with one of my valued colleagues, the diseased son of a bitch, then passed onto Piggy. So we were both off for the beginning of November which was rather crap. 

At the end of our isolation, my new motor scooter arrived, so I decided to get a bobber styled motorcycle as Piggy wouldn’t ride on the back of the sports bike I had, so I hunted for a nice either cruiser or bobber and found a Yamaha xv950 which had a lot of custom parts added and rather nice, and must admit rides really nice as well.

I took Piggy to work on the old motorcycle and realised the rear shocks needed adjusting so it was not as bouncy. So after taking her to work on it, I went to see the lads at the garage I used and they adjusted the shocks for free and they, I say they, it’s a family run business, father and son, both had a jolly ride on it and both thoroughly enjoyed it and was impressed.

So apart from having woohoo flu and obtaining a new motorcycle not much has happened, work then home, work then home…

Oh I bought Piggy a new fish tank as part of her Xmas present as she does rather like her fishes, so just ordered all her bits to start up with so she can set her tank up, then we can look at introducing some fishes, once we know the water is ready. So that will be exciting for her. 

Also it’s her birthday in December so double treat with some new boots she likes…

I have ordered all presents for Master and Little Minx’s from me a Piggy so they will arrive at the beginning of December, then it’s the task of wrapping them…

Anyways, readers, not much more to say this month, all being well a little more of a blog next month as it’s Christmas and New Year, so until next month readers be safe….

Serf/Little Minxs/Aurora’s blog for October.

So nothing much happened in October, nothing really thrilling.

I’ve accomplished another walking challenge, 20 km in two weeks. I have tried to push myself a little bit for each walk, even though it takes me a long time to do my walk, as I go at a snail’s pace, but just the fact I am walking as often as I can is a big deal for me. Though I went on Friday and thought I’d go a different route. A route Master and I had done a few years ago when he was on a walking challenge for work. But as I went along. I realized it was really too far, I was getting sore, so stopping, I logged in on Google maps to see where I was, and what direction I needed to take. Even though this road was only about five minutes away from our house in the car, it’s a road I never go down, so had only a vague idea where it went. 

This route went on and on, and at one point I thought I was going to have to phone Master, (who is still working from home coz of Covid,) and see if he could come and pick me up.

But I was determined I would continue. Anyway, I finally found roads I knew and got home. I was exhausted, walked for nearly an hour. Far too long. 

So I will do only the routes I know, and the way I normally walk, there are beautiful, huge houses to admire.

I’ve also surprised myself, as I walk past many gardens, I’ve seen various plants in flower now and looked beautiful. Now I’m no gardener, I do what I do, plant stuff I like the look of, not really reading where they should go. And usually, my way works. I’ve not got my parent’s green fingers.

So I’ve started to take photo’s of the flowers in bloom or the leaf, and once home, I searched on the app I use, Leaf Finder, this is a great app. Either go on the app and take a photo, or put a photo in you’ve already taken, and they will find the plant. So having found some plants I liked, I then bought some. If they can grow in these gardens, they can grow in mine.

I never thought I would ever do this, in my life. But I am enjoying our little garden and slowly making it disabled friendly, raised borders, safer areas for me to walk on. I’m proud of what we’ve done so far.

Miss Adira and I pass on plant ideas we both may like as she is beginning to enjoy her garden too. And we’ve even swapped cuttings.

So what else, well, we have been very busy doing our van conversion, turning it into our little camper, and we’ve done bloody great if I can say so myself. For our first attempt, I‘d say it’s 90% perfect. Far better than we thought we would do. Hopefully, soon we can actually try it out.

But let’s get to the real elephant in my blog. The flamin Covid. As the norm for my life now, I go to Tesco, drop shopping at my folks and my in-laws then come home. That’s it. Exciting, NOT. Still cannot meet with Daddy, DiDi and the gang. And missing them all so much. But I’m also on alert constantly, checking if anyone is showing signs of the dreaded lurgy. Their son had managed the whole of four days in school before a kid in his bubble had it. So it was almost inevitable to get a message to say his school says he needs a test as he woke with a headache and felt a bit ugh.

But getting the message to say it’s positive, this was getting serious now, this flamin lurgy was getting into my family. I quickly called DiDi, mainly to check she was okay, then eventually spoke with Daddy as I knew they would be concerned. But the fact that C was showing no symptoms, or really feeling poorly, he enjoyed another two weeks off school. Daddy and DiDi were a different matter. OMG, they were sooooooo bored. DiDi did some gardening, but of course, had wanted to buy stuff for the garden, but they couldn’t go out. So they did what they could. 

Then as we knew C had got the lurgy,  I was, I admit, rather panicky if Daddy or DiDi then caught it. Three weeks later, Daddy woke up feeling rough, he had coughed a few times when I chatted with him, DiDi said he had coughed in the night. He’d had night sweats, so I get really panicked. And yes, I got extremely mad when Daddy told me to stop worrying, it’s a little cold, he kept saying. OMG, every little cough and you want us checked out. Well, I can’t say I’m wrong worrying, some people don’t get the symptoms, look at C, I said. And you were coughing, DiDi said you coughed in the night and had the sweats, plus feeling rough. So don’t blame me for worrying that none of you or us are in danger of this horrible virus. (Yes, you can tell I was peeved.) 

Thankfully Daddy does seem to just have a cold and nothing sinister, won’t stop me always being on the lookout for signs though. 

Maybe I’m a bit OTT, I don’t know, but we all have older parents at risk, I admit, my health is not great and let’s face we are all in that middle-aged group. 

On top of this, we are now faced with the second lockdown this year. From 5th November until December, then our Boris will decide what will happen in December and for Christmas. But we want this bloody thing gone, so if that means we cannot meet up with anybody for Christmas, Hey I will deal with it, we can move Christmas to sometime next year when it’s safer. We just need to accept it won’t go until we stop meeting up and infecting people.

So enough of Covid 19.

I did “enjoy” …..no that’s a stretch. Let me explain. As I said, Master is working from home, so occasionally, he comes down to say hello, make a brew, just have a five-minute break. But one day he came into the kitchen, saying he had a half-hour break of meetings so I want some fun. He was baring the dreaded Ikea shoehorn. And he knows I hate that. I said, can’t you have fun and not use that thing. He said no, I like my Christmas shoehorn. (He didn’t get it for Christmas, not sure when it was, but it wasn’t even a present.) The shoehorn toy udea came from a girl I chatted too often on SpankingTube. Her hubby brought out the shoehorn for severe punishments, and she hated it. If I remember rightly, she threw it out once but that didn’t go well for her backside. 

Anyway, bend over and let me have some fun. One arm hugged my waist and the other brought that shoehorn down over and over. At first, I squirmed, wriggled a bit then as my ass got sorer, I could feel a firey burn, I began fighting more. Master moved my hair away from my face so he could watch my expression from each swat, I could see a smirk on his face, yes he was having fun. It’s a pity, I’m not. As his arm grabbed me tighter, his leg wrapped around my leg, so I couldn’t move at all. My cries got louder, yelping as he whacked my legs, trying to cover everywhere, yet knowing I couldn’t. This was twenty minutes of torture yet Master thoroughly enjoyed himself. And I suppose that’s the main thing. I did admire my bruised ass afterward though and got a pretty big bruise on my leg, just under my sit spot.