I killed a coffee pot this morning. Rest in peace. And then I was late for the bus. When I do things, I do them epicly lol. I saw the pot burning, but I thought it was just taking longer than usual to do its thing. It wasn't until the plastic bits started melting off that I realised what a fail it was turning out to be. Mistress had a good laugh, and Sir did fake angry (I think) as I had woken him up an hour earlier than he wanted.
No loss of brownie points though, but six of the best at the earliest opportunity. Which likely won't be that early, damned school holidays starting next week. Meh, I have stored up a whole heap of brownie points lately.
You may have noticed I didn't blog yesterday. This was deliberate, as well as the fact I was wiped at 9.30 and in bed not much later than that. Everything seems to be settling in okay, and not all that much to write. I could have written about the fact that I was discussing make up and shoes with a good new mate of mine, via text.
Or I could have mentioned that Mistress and I are settling in very Pleasantville, almost a 50s TV show setting. It's amazing how easy you can settle into routine. The morning wake up coffee, the call on one of my breaks to see how her day is going, the call when I am commuting home - she noticed on Wednesday that I didn't immediately ring her when leaving work, she rang and said was I still in the office.
Also when getting home, sticking my head into the lounge and asking how the kids' days were, and the fact when it is a fine day that Mistress and I usually spend some time weeding or gardening. Routine is lovely, especially when it is with the one you love.
Mistress said she always finds it funny when I am talking to her, how I describe her changes from day to day it seems. It is always good, but it is always so so random. She likes the uncertainty I think.
Yes, so I could have written about all that, but I felt I needed sleep more. Killing the coffee pot meant I had something 'real' to write about this morning.
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