Monday June 15th to Friday June 26th Inclusive.
Filling in the gaps again!
What a dozy idea: driving down to Sheffield early on Monday morning [15th]. I will have to be more sensible in future. The Leeds section was busier than anticipated and there were road works heading towards sunny Sheff. along the M1 but I was home by 7.45ish.
I fell asleep at my desk at Uni but was wide awake by lunch time. Feli told me she's off to France this weekend (a whole week early). Uni is a ghost town. The weeks seemed to be stretching endlessly before me!
Stats for the two weeks:
Number of dog miles walked during the 2 weeks - 65! (A dog mile is the same as a human mile but done with a canine companion.)
Number of laps of the pool swum - 1200. That is 6 kilometres of swimming. No wonder my muscles are toned and my tummy is flat!
Number of Skype sessions with Laura - 15. I know that's more than 12 days. We just had to have more. Seriously.
Number of Sex Skype sessions with Laura - 1. Unsatifactory. We got the giggles. We started off quite seriously but it descended into farce.
Number of self administered sex sessions - 28. I got seriously bored. The stick up toy proved a great distraction - this is the reason for the high numbers. I tried it stuck on the tiles in the bathroom (7/10); the wardrobe door (6/10 - burned knees); the lounge coffee table (10/10) and the kitchen floor (8/10).
I was sorely tempted to try the conservatory but the chances of being discovered far outweighed the potential pleasure. My office door (6/10 it c kept coming unstuck); the office filing cabinet (9/10) and the office desk (8/10 - too high to be comfy).
Number of sets of batteries used in sex toy - 1. The black and gold vibrator is the toy of choice here.
Number of times I went to Mum's house - 3.
Number of meals out - 3 (all at Mum's).
Number of wins racked up by Fremantle Dockers since the start of the season -11 out of 12! Way to go Dockers!
Number of losses by Yorkshire Cricket Club since the start of the season - 0. Way to go Tykes. I hope to see a few days at Scarborough in July.
Number of hours spent gardening during the 12 days - approximately 6. I cut the grass; weeded the flower beds; dead headed roses and discovered the dog kennel roof needed re-felting.
Number of hours spent using the garden during the 12 days - about 16. A couple of hours per night when it was fine sitting out on the patio with a cuppa and the newspaper or book. Lovely.
I had a frantic phone call on the Friday 19th from Laura who had screamed at her Dad, packed her stuff and stormed off. She loaded her little car and was all set to come back to Sheff. The car's battery was flat! Her Dad jump started it from his car and then sat with her inside putting everything right again. In the end she stayed.
The argument was mainly about her doing a Masters degree. It morphed into her sexuality and then about me and my pernicious influence on her! Once the truce was brokered, in the car, she told her Dad that, if he ever revisited the things he'd said before she walked out, the next time she would remove herself from his life forever. Eric may be a West Cumbrian dinosaur but he knows his daughter and he knows she definitely means it. She looks all sweetness and light - and a hot as hell (in my eyes) but she is stubbornness personified. I am a laid back slacker in comparison.
That evening the family group (Eric, Molly, Stephen and Loll) plus my Dad, Louisa and Chloé all trooped off to the Whitehaven Air Show. They went in a two car convoy, with Laura driving them in her little Nissan. At the harbour they walked out onto the Lime Tongue with a fast food concoction for their meal all set to be entertained. The witnesses the Parachute Incident, where one of the Red Devils' chites went wonky and it looked like he'd plummet to his death. The audience reaction was one of palpable terror (her words) and they were really quite shocked. The crowd gave a cheer as the two men landed safely in the waters of the harbour.
It was all over the media for the next few days! Stephen had tried to film it all on his mobile phone but he only managed the bit where they hit the water and then were rescued.
It was the latter, rather than the argument which was the reason for Loll's frantic manner on the phone. I can thoroughly understand how she felt. You get the same feeling when watching a climber who slips and falls to the end of their belay.
On the Saturday after Laura's report I took Callie for a walk over to Higger Tor and Carl Wark across Stanage Edge. I parked at Hollow Meadows and did a 'there and back' stroll of about 12 miles altogether. It was weird to be at the rock but not climbing it.
The second week was even worse than the first in terms of feeling helpless with out My Girl. I think it must mean I have bad. Seriously bad. Which is good.
Number of days until Laura's exam results are available - 14. They are published on Muse at 2pm on Friday 10th July. She'll then access her HEAR which will have all sorts of details about what to do next. (The Uni is very efficient.)
Number of days until we both start full time at XXX & Y - 2. We begin this Monday, 29th June.
Number of days until we sail to Arran - 40. We have booked the earliest crossing on Saturday August 8th.
Number of days we'll be on Arran - 24, We return to Ardrossan on Tuesday 1st of September.
This was written after lunch (Kirkstile Inn) on Saturday 27th June. Next entry will have yesterday's details and the rest of the weekend.
Saturday 27 June 2015
Saturday 20 June 2015
Corny sex toy LOL
Friday June 12th
Only one day to go then Laura is finished with Uni (unless she gets the grade to do her Masters).
We went to the pool spot on 6am this morning, usually we are about quarter past the hour. It was almost deserted. Usually there are a handful of swimmers doing their laps. I was the one to break the water. Silly to be so pleased by such a simple thing. By the time we'd done our quota it was back to normal. I am always surprised how many people actually come down her this early in the morning.
Back home Laura has decided she is revised out. She is having a complete break from revision. I expressed deep regret as I have had an idea for a new sexual favour that I think we'll enjoy. She said that changed everything and she would go away for 30 minutes and pretend to revise so we could play around.
Sadly the sands of time were against us this morning but I promised I would return with a fire in my eyes and desire in my soul. She said that sounded promising.
Uni was deserted. It was a bit like a ghost building, with the odd lost soul wandering around as though trying to find the way into the next circle of hell. We have just about hit our deadline to finish all the translations by the end of the semester. I think there will be two or three left at most, especially if Feli skives off to France early, as she is wont to do at the end of the semester. (I don't know how she gets away with it!)
I skived off too, at about 3pm to go and pleasure my blonde goddess. As her final exam is tomorrow, we weren't rushing off up to Cumbria so we had several hours to indulge our passion before meal time.
Laura assured me she had revised and revised and revised until she was all revised out. I said in that case I had a little something for her. We headed to the bedroom where I undressed her and made her lie on the bed. I told her she had to put on the eye mask (an emirates one from our journey to Aus last summer) and spread eagle herself. She obliged. I quickly took out the lengths of cloth from my bedside drawer and used them to first tie her hands to the bed frame and then her ankles to the casters at the foot of the bed. The strips are pretty good as we have a slipknot to go round the wrists and ankles which doesn't make the material cut into the flesh but is impossible to wriggle out from.
She told me we had done this before, but I was able to tell her not quite; something new would happen, in time.
I am not sure how much detail to go into here: suffice to say phase one involved me exploring her slowly and carefully, phases two saw me straddling her. Phase three I swiveled round so we could reciprocate. When I considered she was sufficiently prepared I introduced phase four, a new toy. She had to guess what it was.
It was a corn on the cob. Not too long but fairly wide in diameter and very knobbly. It took her only a short while to work out what it was and she declared the nobbles were driving her crazy. A bit of manual stimulation and movement of the vegetable ended with the blonde head was thrown back in total abandon.
I untied her and she did exactly the same to me.
Was it a good idea, or what?
We have decided that a visit to the Ann Summers website is in order, to try and find something with even more knobbly ridges in its surface.
Saturday 13th June.
Laura's last exam and then we sped like buggery to Cumbria. Dad took us out for a swift bite at the local pub when we had settled in and then began discussing plans for a boat trip on Ullswater tomorrow. It seems there is a new landing stage opened on the shores of Gowbarrow - about bloody time there was a northern shore one apart from Pooley Bridge. This means a great deal for walkers in the area.
Lol went to see her Mum and Dad after we had scoffed and then came back to ours after an evening meal with the family.
The exam, the drive, the meal and the time with family meant she was absolutely pooped. She kept falling asleep in the armchair, so I bullied her into walking the wolf pack up Tallentire Hill before having an early night.
She was so tired we didn't even make love before we fell asleep.
Sunday June 14th.
I was awakened quite early by a pair of exploring hands, one teasing a nipple and one attempting to tickle my tummy button - from the inside! Naturally I responded in kind and we spent a good hour and a half getting thoroughly orgasmed out! We snoozed afterwards and were rudely awakened by an Aged Parent knocking at the door to see if we wanted a cup of tea. It was 8.15! I can't recall the last time I was this late in getting up.
Our Ullswater plan was to sail to Gowbarrow, stroll from there to Pooley and catch the ferry back to Glenridding. It was a plan that was magnificent in its simplicity. Taking La'l Beb may have been a walk to far. We had to lug the baby bag with us, as well as her feed and bottle [Louisa is having a lactation problem].
The ferry's hooter scared her witless and she bellowed loud enough to drown the hooter. By the time we got to Gowbarrow she was fine again. We all trooped dutifully round Aira Force although Louisa wasn't too pleased with me gamboling down the steps from the top bridge with a baby srtapped to my front. I could sort of see her point, but I am a very fit and well balanced (as in I don't fall over easily) young lady so I didn't even think it would be an issue.
The walk along from Gowbarrow to Pooley needs some money being spent on it too, not all that good to be honest but a fine late lunch in the Sun Inn made up for a trudge.
We caught the ferry back which afforded us more time on the water out of the weather, which had become a tad inclement. Chloe didn't bellow at the horn this time, although that could have been because we were below deck and the sound was muffled.
I could believe the number of people at Glenrdidding when we disembarked - but then, it was a Sunday afternoon in June, so it's only ro be expected.
I pleased Laura by deciding to drive back down to Sheffield early on Monday morning, that meant she would be able to stay with me rather than have to kip at her Mum & Dad's house. She and Eric can have really serious fall outs!
If the truth be known I was rather in dread of going back down all by myself and being alone for almost a fortnight. How on earth will I cope?
Only one day to go then Laura is finished with Uni (unless she gets the grade to do her Masters).
We went to the pool spot on 6am this morning, usually we are about quarter past the hour. It was almost deserted. Usually there are a handful of swimmers doing their laps. I was the one to break the water. Silly to be so pleased by such a simple thing. By the time we'd done our quota it was back to normal. I am always surprised how many people actually come down her this early in the morning.
Back home Laura has decided she is revised out. She is having a complete break from revision. I expressed deep regret as I have had an idea for a new sexual favour that I think we'll enjoy. She said that changed everything and she would go away for 30 minutes and pretend to revise so we could play around.
Sadly the sands of time were against us this morning but I promised I would return with a fire in my eyes and desire in my soul. She said that sounded promising.
Uni was deserted. It was a bit like a ghost building, with the odd lost soul wandering around as though trying to find the way into the next circle of hell. We have just about hit our deadline to finish all the translations by the end of the semester. I think there will be two or three left at most, especially if Feli skives off to France early, as she is wont to do at the end of the semester. (I don't know how she gets away with it!)
I skived off too, at about 3pm to go and pleasure my blonde goddess. As her final exam is tomorrow, we weren't rushing off up to Cumbria so we had several hours to indulge our passion before meal time.
Laura assured me she had revised and revised and revised until she was all revised out. I said in that case I had a little something for her. We headed to the bedroom where I undressed her and made her lie on the bed. I told her she had to put on the eye mask (an emirates one from our journey to Aus last summer) and spread eagle herself. She obliged. I quickly took out the lengths of cloth from my bedside drawer and used them to first tie her hands to the bed frame and then her ankles to the casters at the foot of the bed. The strips are pretty good as we have a slipknot to go round the wrists and ankles which doesn't make the material cut into the flesh but is impossible to wriggle out from.
She told me we had done this before, but I was able to tell her not quite; something new would happen, in time.
I am not sure how much detail to go into here: suffice to say phase one involved me exploring her slowly and carefully, phases two saw me straddling her. Phase three I swiveled round so we could reciprocate. When I considered she was sufficiently prepared I introduced phase four, a new toy. She had to guess what it was.
It was a corn on the cob. Not too long but fairly wide in diameter and very knobbly. It took her only a short while to work out what it was and she declared the nobbles were driving her crazy. A bit of manual stimulation and movement of the vegetable ended with the blonde head was thrown back in total abandon.
I untied her and she did exactly the same to me.
Was it a good idea, or what?
We have decided that a visit to the Ann Summers website is in order, to try and find something with even more knobbly ridges in its surface.
Saturday 13th June.
Laura's last exam and then we sped like buggery to Cumbria. Dad took us out for a swift bite at the local pub when we had settled in and then began discussing plans for a boat trip on Ullswater tomorrow. It seems there is a new landing stage opened on the shores of Gowbarrow - about bloody time there was a northern shore one apart from Pooley Bridge. This means a great deal for walkers in the area.
Lol went to see her Mum and Dad after we had scoffed and then came back to ours after an evening meal with the family.
The exam, the drive, the meal and the time with family meant she was absolutely pooped. She kept falling asleep in the armchair, so I bullied her into walking the wolf pack up Tallentire Hill before having an early night.
She was so tired we didn't even make love before we fell asleep.
Sunday June 14th.
I was awakened quite early by a pair of exploring hands, one teasing a nipple and one attempting to tickle my tummy button - from the inside! Naturally I responded in kind and we spent a good hour and a half getting thoroughly orgasmed out! We snoozed afterwards and were rudely awakened by an Aged Parent knocking at the door to see if we wanted a cup of tea. It was 8.15! I can't recall the last time I was this late in getting up.
Our Ullswater plan was to sail to Gowbarrow, stroll from there to Pooley and catch the ferry back to Glenridding. It was a plan that was magnificent in its simplicity. Taking La'l Beb may have been a walk to far. We had to lug the baby bag with us, as well as her feed and bottle [Louisa is having a lactation problem].
The ferry's hooter scared her witless and she bellowed loud enough to drown the hooter. By the time we got to Gowbarrow she was fine again. We all trooped dutifully round Aira Force although Louisa wasn't too pleased with me gamboling down the steps from the top bridge with a baby srtapped to my front. I could sort of see her point, but I am a very fit and well balanced (as in I don't fall over easily) young lady so I didn't even think it would be an issue.
The walk along from Gowbarrow to Pooley needs some money being spent on it too, not all that good to be honest but a fine late lunch in the Sun Inn made up for a trudge.
We caught the ferry back which afforded us more time on the water out of the weather, which had become a tad inclement. Chloe didn't bellow at the horn this time, although that could have been because we were below deck and the sound was muffled.
I could believe the number of people at Glenrdidding when we disembarked - but then, it was a Sunday afternoon in June, so it's only ro be expected.
I pleased Laura by deciding to drive back down to Sheffield early on Monday morning, that meant she would be able to stay with me rather than have to kip at her Mum & Dad's house. She and Eric can have really serious fall outs!
If the truth be known I was rather in dread of going back down all by myself and being alone for almost a fortnight. How on earth will I cope?
Tuesday 16 June 2015
Greasing the nipples...
Tuesday June 9th
Another day, another dollar.
Had a call from Kaybers today, she Jan and Hanne are back in Sunny Sheff and could they call?
Could they call? What a daft question.
We arranged that they should come round for a meal with us tomorrow and we can catch up on all their gossip. It has been ages since I have seen my best friend from school. I am so looking forward to hearing all about Norway.
I think it is a good job I hadn't discovered the allure of lesbos when we were at school together as I would definitely have tried to seduce Miss Kay. I am not sure how well she actually agrees with my newly discovered (in our terms) sexual liberation.
Loll is on the final straight for her exams. She has two more left to do, her last one is Saturday and then she is free from the shackles of academic life, for as long as she wants to be. Offering sexual favours after each revision session has been wonderful if a little taxing on my imagination. I did say I would try to never do the same sex act twice, the thing is, she most enjoys the 69 where I manage to insert two fingers from each hand at the same time and then, using my forehead, push a vibrator inbetween them. The only way we have varied this is to use our full range of vibrators and dildos in the same position, which Laura deemed as being different each time.
Dad called to tell me his 2CV has failed its MOT. Boo hoo. Apparently it needs new kingpins. I sort of knew it. I remember reading the manual when I borrowed it in the sixth form and university and I religiously looked after all of its little foibles. One of which was regular greasing of its nipples (no don't even think about it). I am ever the practical young lady. Plus this is so easy to do. I asked Dad when he had last done this and he replied that he couldn't ever remember doing it!Well, durr Dad!
The plus side is the local Citroen garage will be able to replace the miscreant kingpins at a reasonable price.
One of the things I used to love about that little car was driving it in the Lake District, you sort of felt much more a part of the scenery than you did in other vehicles. Especially when you had the roof rolled back.
Wednesday 10th June
Kaybers and Jan and Hanne came round for tea. Laura played hostess for a while until I arrived from XXX & Y. We had decided to cook a salmon en croute or them. One of our favourites. It was almost ready when I rolled in.
Hanne is so grown. I haven't seen her for ages, so the difference is quite pronounced. She is roughly the same age as Sophie (Phil and Jane's youngest) but with Sophie I have not really noticed her grow up as I see her so often.
We had an enjoyable meal and I have learned a great deal more about Norway than I ever did before. I have also learned that Kaybers is homesick for the UK when she's out there. I suppose the language barrier is a bit isolating. They are teaching baby Hanne Norwegian and Kaybers is learning alongside her so that is helping to some extent. What she wasn't ready for was the winter. There was so much snow and the cold was (in her words) unbelievable. I have the impression that she would much rather be back in the UK full time rather just on passing visits.
I was also a bit disturbed by the lack of affection I received from her. We used to be very tactile, in a non-sexual, best friendy sort of way, it seemed that was all in the past. Yes, we hugged but it seemed a bit perfunctory on her part. Maybe I am reading too much into her actions. (I do over think things!)
After a few bottles of wine (although not for Jan, her was on driving/baby duty) we ended up a bit more like we had been in the days of our dynamic duo act in Norwich but it seemed there was always something holding her back from being her proper old self with me.
As they were leaving, past midnight, with a take-away baby fast asleep in her cot, Kaybers asked what we would be doing after Loll's final exam. I explained the two weeks with her Mum and Dad and sketched in our plans for the summer. She said, "Well, that will give you time to evaluate your situation, won't it?"
I mean, What?
I haven't mentioned this to Laura at all but I sure as hell am going to contact Kaybers again, when Laura is up at her Mum and Dad's and find out what the fuck it meant.
In the cold light of day, I think, she may be missing the old, wilder, less 'establishment' Victoria she remembered from her school days. I bloody hope so.
Thursday June 11th
Had a booking spree with shows at the theatre today and have several things booked for July. We have avoided August as that is when we are planning to be in Arran. One interesting juxtaposition is the concert with Tchaikovsky's Romeo & Juliet overture followed, in the next week, by the play itself!
I phoned Mum to see if she wanted any tickets and she will be coming with us to a few of the shows. She thinks that Kaybers has been affected by Jan:. he may see me as a potential threat to their relationship because now I have discovered this new facet to my sexuality he may worry that I may think that Kaybers could be fair game. I told her that was complete bollox but she said it was a definite possibility. He had always seemed very uptight about our touchy feely sort of relationship before they were husband and wife. Now that I am in a serious relationship with another woman he may feel our previous schoolgirl friendship could turn into something else. It is not about what he feels for me rather than how insecure he is about his wife. Mmmm.... Interesting. I made her promise not to tell Laura anything about it.
Another call from Dad today. I am impressed. The new landing stage on Ullswater is officially opening this weekend and did we want a cruise and lunch on Sunday? Did we ever? It's been put in by the National Trust and is at Gowbarrow. Rah rah rah. I can't wait.
A very quiet day really.
Another day, another dollar.
Had a call from Kaybers today, she Jan and Hanne are back in Sunny Sheff and could they call?
Could they call? What a daft question.
We arranged that they should come round for a meal with us tomorrow and we can catch up on all their gossip. It has been ages since I have seen my best friend from school. I am so looking forward to hearing all about Norway.
I think it is a good job I hadn't discovered the allure of lesbos when we were at school together as I would definitely have tried to seduce Miss Kay. I am not sure how well she actually agrees with my newly discovered (in our terms) sexual liberation.
Loll is on the final straight for her exams. She has two more left to do, her last one is Saturday and then she is free from the shackles of academic life, for as long as she wants to be. Offering sexual favours after each revision session has been wonderful if a little taxing on my imagination. I did say I would try to never do the same sex act twice, the thing is, she most enjoys the 69 where I manage to insert two fingers from each hand at the same time and then, using my forehead, push a vibrator inbetween them. The only way we have varied this is to use our full range of vibrators and dildos in the same position, which Laura deemed as being different each time.
Dad called to tell me his 2CV has failed its MOT. Boo hoo. Apparently it needs new kingpins. I sort of knew it. I remember reading the manual when I borrowed it in the sixth form and university and I religiously looked after all of its little foibles. One of which was regular greasing of its nipples (no don't even think about it). I am ever the practical young lady. Plus this is so easy to do. I asked Dad when he had last done this and he replied that he couldn't ever remember doing it!Well, durr Dad!
The plus side is the local Citroen garage will be able to replace the miscreant kingpins at a reasonable price.
One of the things I used to love about that little car was driving it in the Lake District, you sort of felt much more a part of the scenery than you did in other vehicles. Especially when you had the roof rolled back.
Wednesday 10th June
Kaybers and Jan and Hanne came round for tea. Laura played hostess for a while until I arrived from XXX & Y. We had decided to cook a salmon en croute or them. One of our favourites. It was almost ready when I rolled in.
Hanne is so grown. I haven't seen her for ages, so the difference is quite pronounced. She is roughly the same age as Sophie (Phil and Jane's youngest) but with Sophie I have not really noticed her grow up as I see her so often.
We had an enjoyable meal and I have learned a great deal more about Norway than I ever did before. I have also learned that Kaybers is homesick for the UK when she's out there. I suppose the language barrier is a bit isolating. They are teaching baby Hanne Norwegian and Kaybers is learning alongside her so that is helping to some extent. What she wasn't ready for was the winter. There was so much snow and the cold was (in her words) unbelievable. I have the impression that she would much rather be back in the UK full time rather just on passing visits.
I was also a bit disturbed by the lack of affection I received from her. We used to be very tactile, in a non-sexual, best friendy sort of way, it seemed that was all in the past. Yes, we hugged but it seemed a bit perfunctory on her part. Maybe I am reading too much into her actions. (I do over think things!)
After a few bottles of wine (although not for Jan, her was on driving/baby duty) we ended up a bit more like we had been in the days of our dynamic duo act in Norwich but it seemed there was always something holding her back from being her proper old self with me.
As they were leaving, past midnight, with a take-away baby fast asleep in her cot, Kaybers asked what we would be doing after Loll's final exam. I explained the two weeks with her Mum and Dad and sketched in our plans for the summer. She said, "Well, that will give you time to evaluate your situation, won't it?"
I mean, What?
I haven't mentioned this to Laura at all but I sure as hell am going to contact Kaybers again, when Laura is up at her Mum and Dad's and find out what the fuck it meant.
In the cold light of day, I think, she may be missing the old, wilder, less 'establishment' Victoria she remembered from her school days. I bloody hope so.
Thursday June 11th
Had a booking spree with shows at the theatre today and have several things booked for July. We have avoided August as that is when we are planning to be in Arran. One interesting juxtaposition is the concert with Tchaikovsky's Romeo & Juliet overture followed, in the next week, by the play itself!
I phoned Mum to see if she wanted any tickets and she will be coming with us to a few of the shows. She thinks that Kaybers has been affected by Jan:. he may see me as a potential threat to their relationship because now I have discovered this new facet to my sexuality he may worry that I may think that Kaybers could be fair game. I told her that was complete bollox but she said it was a definite possibility. He had always seemed very uptight about our touchy feely sort of relationship before they were husband and wife. Now that I am in a serious relationship with another woman he may feel our previous schoolgirl friendship could turn into something else. It is not about what he feels for me rather than how insecure he is about his wife. Mmmm.... Interesting. I made her promise not to tell Laura anything about it.
Another call from Dad today. I am impressed. The new landing stage on Ullswater is officially opening this weekend and did we want a cruise and lunch on Sunday? Did we ever? It's been put in by the National Trust and is at Gowbarrow. Rah rah rah. I can't wait.
A very quiet day really.
Wednesday 10 June 2015
Stats for hiatus period. Including naughties!
Monday May 18th to Monday June 8th
Yet another hiatus. I must get my self sorted out so that I am not too busy to add entries to this damned blog.
I know I have taken on too much really, especially the GCSE and A Level tutoring, which way back last September seemed like a good idea but in retrospect it has taken up so much more time than I imagined it would.
Things we've done over hiatus period:
Lengths swum at the pool: 1500! Phew it looks a lot written down but doing them isn't so tricky. It is no wonder we are two fit young ladies. (Is 28 still young?)
Concerts attended: None. Although we have bought our 2015/2016 International Concert Season tickets already (13 of them). We gave Mum the two Christmas Concert tickets - Brass bands? No thanks!
Times visited Dad's: Twice.
Times visited the Lakes National Park. Twice - once to Rannerdale to see the bluebells.
There is a wonderful doddle of a walk which starts at the foot of Rannerdale Knotts (Limited parking) takes you up Rannderdale, past the bluebells. You hit the col where one path leads along to the summit of the Knotts one up to Grasmoor and one down to Buttermere. Take the Buttermere one - it is a steep descent! In the village there is a great little cafe and two pubs. I tend to use the cafe. After a refreshing cuppa and a piece of cake stroll on down through the car park to a path which leads to the lake shore. This is idyllic. Follow the shore eastwards to cross the road and join a path which countours along the lower slopes of Rannerdale Knotts back to the car par. Gorgeous two hours stroll!
2nd time to Crummockwater and The Kirkstile Inn - for lunch. I could do this with my eyes shut! Beef baguette and chips. With a glass of their house red.
Conversations with Dad about a new job advertised at my Uni: One. Dad's advice - put in an application.
Meals out: Eight.
Kirkstile Inn Loweswater.
The Bell Vue, Papcastle
The Bar n Bistro, Gilcrux
Z on the harbour, Whitehaven
The Old Horns Inn, High Bradfield
Lokata Meze Bar, Sheffield
Dining Club May - Sue's House
Dining Club June - Colette's House
Number of documents left to translate in our cache at work: 25!
Walks done in the Peak District National Park: 3.
Agden Circuit.
Bradwell to Bakewell. (Using public transport out to Bradwell and back from Bakewell).
Higger Tor and Carl Walk.
Meals At Mum's; 2.
Us hosting meals: 4.
Mum and Tony x 2
Phil, Jane and kids x1
Steve and Ann x1
Theatre visits: 1
Pride & Prejudice, Lyceum. June 5th. Accompanied by Mum & Tony.
Number of normal dog walks. ie First thing in the morning, back from work, last thing at night: 63. As each of these is at least a mile this is another reason why I can still wear clothes I bought when I was 18!
Number of times house cleaned; Four.
Number of sexual favours granted for revision schedule adherence: 25.
Most preferred sexual favour: Oral stimulation of genitalia to orgasm.
Number of 'ordinary' sex acts between us: 18.
Number of laundry washes: 8.
Amount of underwear washed in named time period: 52. (26 sets each)
Number of different outfits worn in named time period: 75+
Amount of Alcohol consumed in named time period: Lost count.
Books Read: 12
TV watched (hours): 36
Music Played (in CDs): 140+
Number of times we watched the orbiting International Space Station: 4. Including one where we went out to the ridge above High Bradfield with our spotting scope and were able to see it in close-up. It goes over so quickly!
Yet another hiatus. I must get my self sorted out so that I am not too busy to add entries to this damned blog.
I know I have taken on too much really, especially the GCSE and A Level tutoring, which way back last September seemed like a good idea but in retrospect it has taken up so much more time than I imagined it would.
Things we've done over hiatus period:
Lengths swum at the pool: 1500! Phew it looks a lot written down but doing them isn't so tricky. It is no wonder we are two fit young ladies. (Is 28 still young?)
Concerts attended: None. Although we have bought our 2015/2016 International Concert Season tickets already (13 of them). We gave Mum the two Christmas Concert tickets - Brass bands? No thanks!
Times visited Dad's: Twice.
Times visited the Lakes National Park. Twice - once to Rannerdale to see the bluebells.
There is a wonderful doddle of a walk which starts at the foot of Rannerdale Knotts (Limited parking) takes you up Rannderdale, past the bluebells. You hit the col where one path leads along to the summit of the Knotts one up to Grasmoor and one down to Buttermere. Take the Buttermere one - it is a steep descent! In the village there is a great little cafe and two pubs. I tend to use the cafe. After a refreshing cuppa and a piece of cake stroll on down through the car park to a path which leads to the lake shore. This is idyllic. Follow the shore eastwards to cross the road and join a path which countours along the lower slopes of Rannerdale Knotts back to the car par. Gorgeous two hours stroll!
2nd time to Crummockwater and The Kirkstile Inn - for lunch. I could do this with my eyes shut! Beef baguette and chips. With a glass of their house red.
Conversations with Dad about a new job advertised at my Uni: One. Dad's advice - put in an application.
Meals out: Eight.
Kirkstile Inn Loweswater.
The Bell Vue, Papcastle
The Bar n Bistro, Gilcrux
Z on the harbour, Whitehaven
The Old Horns Inn, High Bradfield
Lokata Meze Bar, Sheffield
Dining Club May - Sue's House
Dining Club June - Colette's House
Number of documents left to translate in our cache at work: 25!
Walks done in the Peak District National Park: 3.
Agden Circuit.
Bradwell to Bakewell. (Using public transport out to Bradwell and back from Bakewell).
Higger Tor and Carl Walk.
Meals At Mum's; 2.
Us hosting meals: 4.
Mum and Tony x 2
Phil, Jane and kids x1
Steve and Ann x1
Theatre visits: 1
Pride & Prejudice, Lyceum. June 5th. Accompanied by Mum & Tony.
Number of normal dog walks. ie First thing in the morning, back from work, last thing at night: 63. As each of these is at least a mile this is another reason why I can still wear clothes I bought when I was 18!
Number of times house cleaned; Four.
Number of sexual favours granted for revision schedule adherence: 25.
Most preferred sexual favour: Oral stimulation of genitalia to orgasm.
Number of 'ordinary' sex acts between us: 18.
Number of laundry washes: 8.
Amount of underwear washed in named time period: 52. (26 sets each)
Number of different outfits worn in named time period: 75+
Amount of Alcohol consumed in named time period: Lost count.
Books Read: 12
TV watched (hours): 36
Music Played (in CDs): 140+
Number of times we watched the orbiting International Space Station: 4. Including one where we went out to the ridge above High Bradfield with our spotting scope and were able to see it in close-up. It goes over so quickly!
Monday 1 June 2015
Almost caught with Laura's hand in my pants!
Friday May 15th
Today was the last in this season's International Concert season, we saw the Warsaw Philharmonic with a two item programme - Schubert Symphony No 3 and Beethoven's Choral Symphony. We seem to have seen quite a few of Ludwig's symphonies this year. I have a soft spot for the No 9 as I know all the words to the finale; Ode to Joy.
In fact it was quite a source of mirth at the end of the fourth movement when, singing along, relatively quietly, I tried to lower my natural contralto tone down to a basso profundo for the 'Seid umshlungen, millionen! Diesem Kuss der ganzen Welt...' section. This caused a certain gorgeous blonde sat next to me to start giggling. In turn I began to giggle, too. Eventually there was a whole small group of gaggle concert goers who were trying not to giggle any more at at this silly young woman singing along.
I am sure half the people who were sniggering or suppressing their amusement had absolutely no idea why they were laughing.
I think it was the very act of try to stem the tide which caused so many of them to join in. I was quite mortified by what I had done but at the end, after the applause and encore, it seemed those who had participated were happy to have done so. I was simply relieved that we hadn't distracted the performers on the stage. I guess being up in the Circle put us at quite a remove form the players - thank goodness.
Saturday May 16th
We snagged a copy of the new International Season brochure last night, and after much discussion this morning, and detailed pouring over the said document, we decided to book the whole 13 show package. This will save us over £80 each on buying the tickets individually. Once again there is a Christmas Brass Band concert included and, once again, I have been able to persuade Mum that she would like the tickets.
The timings this year will make the post Christmas concert a bit of a red-eye one for us. It is just two days after we fly back from our Australian Christmas.
We went to rock this morning and had a mega scramble about over Stanage Edge. By the time we had packed up and driven down into Hathersage to the Scotsman's Pack for lunch, the place was heaving. That's the major downside of it being such a nice day and the rock being so close to the big city!
After our lunch (filled Yorkie for me; Scampi for the Lollster) and being so close to Mum's we decided to pay her a visit and maybe cadge tea. I was all for just turning up but Laura - ever the social etiquette expert - said we should call her from the pub to tell her we were on our way. I may be just imagining things, but she took forever to answer and when she did there was a slight edge of exasperation to her voice.
On arriving in Holmesfield I was sure we saw Tony's car driving past us as it headed to Totley. Mum looked a bit more tousled than we usually see her too. I wondered if we had disturbed them bonking and if we'd not bothered to call we'd have found them in flagrante! Naturally I didn't ask the old dear if she had been having an afternoon f*ck with her boyfriend - it isn't the sort of thing you ask a parent is it? I bet she was! It is kind of sweet and at the same time just a little gross to even imagine that happening. I remember once, as a child, accidentally hearing Mum & Dad, obviously indulging their passion and I was so embarrassed when I saw them both afterwards, as if they'd somehow know that I knew.
Mum invited us to stay for tea, and that was when we asked her about the concert tickets. Naturally she was keen to have them and when she called up the programme on her computer she decided she would attend but not the full 13 package but the one of the lesser ones - the Silver subscription, which gives her five performances of her choice over the year.
That took me back to 2010 when I came back to the UK from Australia. Mum accompanied me to half a dozen concerts, at the City Hall, The Firth Hall and even The Crucible until I snagged the services of Christopher from accounts to go with me. That is a whole other story and one which just gets me annoyed. Irritating little tick that he was!
Life does have a way of seeming to organise itself so that certain things happen, or don't happen as though the Goddess Fortuna really is playing chess with our every waking moment. If I hadn't started dating Alan then maybe Chris's advances wouldn't have been rebuffed so vehemently. If Alan hadn't proved to be a bit of a dead loss, ultimately, then maybe when Laura kissed me on that railway station I wouldn't have responded in kind and we wouldn't be where we are today. It's all maybes, isn't it? Maybe if I was a pig I could whistle! [If I hadn't given Alan a consolation f*ck when I dumped him maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty about the whole thing?]
Sunday May 17th
I killed my electric hedge trimmer thingy this morning. I was scalping the lavender bushes, in the raised beds, when it died on me. I have absolutely no idea why. i did the obvious thing - change the fuse in its plug but it was still doing a first class dodo impression.
Luckily Steve was out in the back garden when all this happened and he did two things: one, he leant me his trimmer to finish the job then two he took my dead machine and promised to see if he could find out why it was unwell. He is a bit of a whizz with stuff mechanical. I tend to think about things whereas he takes them apart.
For example we bought a new wireless printer as the last one gave up the ghost completely. I couldn't get it to work wirelessly at all. Eventually I realised I was entering the old Home Hub details instead of the new one BT kindly gave us last month. This wasn't because i took the damn thing apart, though. It was applied brain power in action. I simply sat down and thought about every possible thing that could have gone wrong. We knew there was no fault with the printer as the wired connection worked perfectly. The eureka moment came when I realised I had merely copied the password from the post-it we had swapped from the old printer to the new one. I hadn't written the new Home Hub's password on a new post-it, to slap on the new printer! Problem solved!
Steve said it wouldn't take him long to sort it out but he hadn't returned it by bed time!
In the afternoon we took Callie to Bradfield and did the circumnavigation of Agden Reservoir. I love this little walk, especially as it means we end up at the Old Horns pub. Two small bottles of White Zinfandel later, we headed back to my little house and proved that alcohol does fuel desire and doesn't diminish performance in the fairer sex. Laura wouldn't even let me shower first she just wanted to get into my knickers at once. Who am I to argue?
When the gate to the front garden squeaks it means someone has opened it. You then, usually, have three to four seconds before a face appears at the front door. (A pair of double glazed french doors as it happens.) The face which appeared was Angela's, followed by Peter's, then his Mum's & Dad's and baby Sophie's. Luckily we hadn't stripped naked or anything, Laura had just unzipped my walking trousers and wriggled her hand down inside the front. I had been rubbing her mound of Venus through the material of her trousers. Phew.
Laura opened the door and I re-arranged my vest top so that my crotch and zip were covered. After swift hugs all round I headed into the kitchen to make some tea, Laura came in with me licking her fingers and telling me she just had to taste the real thing later!
Phil & Jane had been at Jane's folks for Sunday lunch and had dropped by ours on the off chance of finding us in. It seems like ages since we've seen them and baby Sophie has grown. She has started to progress from sounds to the odd word or two. She is fascinated by the phrase "Oh No!" which she repeats at every available opportunity. I made the kids laugh by pretending that their Dad's first repeated phrase had been "Oh Bugger!". He got a bit short and snapped saying I was making it up and how could I possibly know and other unpleasant things like that.
Laura had a quiet word with him while the kids and I sorted out some drinks and cake. We had a sit in the lounge, on the very spot where we had been bonking a few minutes earlier and gossiped and drank and scoffed.
After our bite and drink we wandered out into the garden and the kids ball-wanged for Callie in the back field, which both she loves and they enjoy. They enjoy it because being a trained retriever Callie gives up whatever she has fetched instantly on command. After about twenty minutes it was the kids who were flagging and Callie was as fresh as a daisy. It is almost impossible to tire her out.
I had taken the time to commandeer Sophie and we were sitting on the back wall of my garden; I was explaining to her what Callie and her brother and sister were doing, and how one day, when she was old enough, she'd be able to do the same as well. Jane came and sat along side us, she said she loved the way I never talked down to the kids, but always behaved as they were just small adults. I had to admit I had never even thought it. I asked Sophie if I should start talking down to her and she went "Oh dear!" We all laughed at how appropriate her words seemed.
Once they'd gone I had a talk with Loll to see if she had sensed that there was anything amiss and she thought that Jane and Phil seemed a bit strained with each other. I had felt that too. I hope we are wrong.
After our evening meal we decided to continue our afternoon's activities but upstairs. She got to taste the real thing and so did I.
Today was the last in this season's International Concert season, we saw the Warsaw Philharmonic with a two item programme - Schubert Symphony No 3 and Beethoven's Choral Symphony. We seem to have seen quite a few of Ludwig's symphonies this year. I have a soft spot for the No 9 as I know all the words to the finale; Ode to Joy.
In fact it was quite a source of mirth at the end of the fourth movement when, singing along, relatively quietly, I tried to lower my natural contralto tone down to a basso profundo for the 'Seid umshlungen, millionen! Diesem Kuss der ganzen Welt...' section. This caused a certain gorgeous blonde sat next to me to start giggling. In turn I began to giggle, too. Eventually there was a whole small group of gaggle concert goers who were trying not to giggle any more at at this silly young woman singing along.
I am sure half the people who were sniggering or suppressing their amusement had absolutely no idea why they were laughing.
I think it was the very act of try to stem the tide which caused so many of them to join in. I was quite mortified by what I had done but at the end, after the applause and encore, it seemed those who had participated were happy to have done so. I was simply relieved that we hadn't distracted the performers on the stage. I guess being up in the Circle put us at quite a remove form the players - thank goodness.
Saturday May 16th
We snagged a copy of the new International Season brochure last night, and after much discussion this morning, and detailed pouring over the said document, we decided to book the whole 13 show package. This will save us over £80 each on buying the tickets individually. Once again there is a Christmas Brass Band concert included and, once again, I have been able to persuade Mum that she would like the tickets.
The timings this year will make the post Christmas concert a bit of a red-eye one for us. It is just two days after we fly back from our Australian Christmas.
We went to rock this morning and had a mega scramble about over Stanage Edge. By the time we had packed up and driven down into Hathersage to the Scotsman's Pack for lunch, the place was heaving. That's the major downside of it being such a nice day and the rock being so close to the big city!
After our lunch (filled Yorkie for me; Scampi for the Lollster) and being so close to Mum's we decided to pay her a visit and maybe cadge tea. I was all for just turning up but Laura - ever the social etiquette expert - said we should call her from the pub to tell her we were on our way. I may be just imagining things, but she took forever to answer and when she did there was a slight edge of exasperation to her voice.
On arriving in Holmesfield I was sure we saw Tony's car driving past us as it headed to Totley. Mum looked a bit more tousled than we usually see her too. I wondered if we had disturbed them bonking and if we'd not bothered to call we'd have found them in flagrante! Naturally I didn't ask the old dear if she had been having an afternoon f*ck with her boyfriend - it isn't the sort of thing you ask a parent is it? I bet she was! It is kind of sweet and at the same time just a little gross to even imagine that happening. I remember once, as a child, accidentally hearing Mum & Dad, obviously indulging their passion and I was so embarrassed when I saw them both afterwards, as if they'd somehow know that I knew.
Mum invited us to stay for tea, and that was when we asked her about the concert tickets. Naturally she was keen to have them and when she called up the programme on her computer she decided she would attend but not the full 13 package but the one of the lesser ones - the Silver subscription, which gives her five performances of her choice over the year.
That took me back to 2010 when I came back to the UK from Australia. Mum accompanied me to half a dozen concerts, at the City Hall, The Firth Hall and even The Crucible until I snagged the services of Christopher from accounts to go with me. That is a whole other story and one which just gets me annoyed. Irritating little tick that he was!
Life does have a way of seeming to organise itself so that certain things happen, or don't happen as though the Goddess Fortuna really is playing chess with our every waking moment. If I hadn't started dating Alan then maybe Chris's advances wouldn't have been rebuffed so vehemently. If Alan hadn't proved to be a bit of a dead loss, ultimately, then maybe when Laura kissed me on that railway station I wouldn't have responded in kind and we wouldn't be where we are today. It's all maybes, isn't it? Maybe if I was a pig I could whistle! [If I hadn't given Alan a consolation f*ck when I dumped him maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty about the whole thing?]
Sunday May 17th
I killed my electric hedge trimmer thingy this morning. I was scalping the lavender bushes, in the raised beds, when it died on me. I have absolutely no idea why. i did the obvious thing - change the fuse in its plug but it was still doing a first class dodo impression.
Luckily Steve was out in the back garden when all this happened and he did two things: one, he leant me his trimmer to finish the job then two he took my dead machine and promised to see if he could find out why it was unwell. He is a bit of a whizz with stuff mechanical. I tend to think about things whereas he takes them apart.
For example we bought a new wireless printer as the last one gave up the ghost completely. I couldn't get it to work wirelessly at all. Eventually I realised I was entering the old Home Hub details instead of the new one BT kindly gave us last month. This wasn't because i took the damn thing apart, though. It was applied brain power in action. I simply sat down and thought about every possible thing that could have gone wrong. We knew there was no fault with the printer as the wired connection worked perfectly. The eureka moment came when I realised I had merely copied the password from the post-it we had swapped from the old printer to the new one. I hadn't written the new Home Hub's password on a new post-it, to slap on the new printer! Problem solved!
Steve said it wouldn't take him long to sort it out but he hadn't returned it by bed time!
In the afternoon we took Callie to Bradfield and did the circumnavigation of Agden Reservoir. I love this little walk, especially as it means we end up at the Old Horns pub. Two small bottles of White Zinfandel later, we headed back to my little house and proved that alcohol does fuel desire and doesn't diminish performance in the fairer sex. Laura wouldn't even let me shower first she just wanted to get into my knickers at once. Who am I to argue?
When the gate to the front garden squeaks it means someone has opened it. You then, usually, have three to four seconds before a face appears at the front door. (A pair of double glazed french doors as it happens.) The face which appeared was Angela's, followed by Peter's, then his Mum's & Dad's and baby Sophie's. Luckily we hadn't stripped naked or anything, Laura had just unzipped my walking trousers and wriggled her hand down inside the front. I had been rubbing her mound of Venus through the material of her trousers. Phew.
Laura opened the door and I re-arranged my vest top so that my crotch and zip were covered. After swift hugs all round I headed into the kitchen to make some tea, Laura came in with me licking her fingers and telling me she just had to taste the real thing later!
Phil & Jane had been at Jane's folks for Sunday lunch and had dropped by ours on the off chance of finding us in. It seems like ages since we've seen them and baby Sophie has grown. She has started to progress from sounds to the odd word or two. She is fascinated by the phrase "Oh No!" which she repeats at every available opportunity. I made the kids laugh by pretending that their Dad's first repeated phrase had been "Oh Bugger!". He got a bit short and snapped saying I was making it up and how could I possibly know and other unpleasant things like that.
Laura had a quiet word with him while the kids and I sorted out some drinks and cake. We had a sit in the lounge, on the very spot where we had been bonking a few minutes earlier and gossiped and drank and scoffed.
After our bite and drink we wandered out into the garden and the kids ball-wanged for Callie in the back field, which both she loves and they enjoy. They enjoy it because being a trained retriever Callie gives up whatever she has fetched instantly on command. After about twenty minutes it was the kids who were flagging and Callie was as fresh as a daisy. It is almost impossible to tire her out.
I had taken the time to commandeer Sophie and we were sitting on the back wall of my garden; I was explaining to her what Callie and her brother and sister were doing, and how one day, when she was old enough, she'd be able to do the same as well. Jane came and sat along side us, she said she loved the way I never talked down to the kids, but always behaved as they were just small adults. I had to admit I had never even thought it. I asked Sophie if I should start talking down to her and she went "Oh dear!" We all laughed at how appropriate her words seemed.
Once they'd gone I had a talk with Loll to see if she had sensed that there was anything amiss and she thought that Jane and Phil seemed a bit strained with each other. I had felt that too. I hope we are wrong.
After our evening meal we decided to continue our afternoon's activities but upstairs. She got to taste the real thing and so did I.
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