Last night #1 son called just as Bear was deciding whether he needed an extra few minutes to finish whatever was so important he had to still be doing it at 9pm.
Tag Archives: Living La Vida Loca
Barking At Nothing, Teaching A Young Dog New Tricks & Chronic Pain
The breeze moves the leaves on the wisteria above the window, he barks… a magpie lands on the opposite neighbour’s front steps, he barks… a bug walks across the front path, so tiny I can barely see it, he barks… any movement of any sort by anything and he barks at it.
Conference Calls, BDSM & Living La Vida Loca
Guess who’s going to be lugging heavy boxes down two flights of stairs on their own.? Yeah, not Bear. So far he’s gone through his t-shirts…
Blogs, The English Language & Paying Attention
The Cambridge and Oxford English Dictionaries are even bowing to the abuse and printing new dialect words as proper English, which they are not. I have no trust in Dictionaries anymore. And for the record it’s not Phoenix, it’s Pheonix.!!
Genetic Pigheadedness & A Lack Of Ambition
He doesn’t like being told what to do and whinges and whines about the self isolation and social distancing. The bloody fool thinks he’s invincible and that it won’t get him.
Sex For Stress & Being Unexpectedly Productive
Earlier today I decided to clean my front window and started a ripple effect of productivity I didn’t mean to set in motion, but now that jobs have actually gotten done and with none of the usual tutting and sighing, I’m pretty pleased it happened that way.
One Wrong Word Will Get You Gutted Like A Fish….
His tattoo artist friend was actually pretty good and the results of her work are acceptable.
Broken Sleep, A Roman Museum & The Male Model
Of course getting home again was a massive relief, but this morning I’m not sore, other than a little in my lower back and I’m nowhere near as incapacitated as I would normally be.
Zoodles, Harlot Shoes & Hair Bumps
He doesn’t seem to have quite grasped that I’m far more likely to break an ankle or my neck in those heels than look at all alluring…
Imelda Marcos, Roman Domestic Abusers & Road Racers
Some vintage, some retro styled, most glossy, sexy ‘fuck me’ shoes because I was that age, stripper heels a plenty, a pair of New Rock’s I bartered for because I couldn’t afford them but wanted them SO badly.
Dear Diary... 