Picture this...

It is day two of a migraine that is completely non-responsive to modern anything.  So crawling in the door after an excruciatingly slow, bumpy bus ride home, fighting the ever accompanying nausea every kilometre of the way, one plops down in the office chair grateful to no longer be moving. A feeling of peace settles over one small slave as the room finally stops lurching and spinning in time to the stomach. For that moment all is well in the world... well this small corner of it at any rate.

That feeling was short lived because as the hand alighted on the mouse, the computer screens sprang into life.  In large screen format, on the side devoted to emails, this is revealed in bright, clear colour. See round here He doesn't have to leave the comfort of his office to find ways of torturing his slave. It comes to him via an electronic medium and a brutally efficient mail out system. The world just conspires against you sometimes L

On the bright side one is safe for the moment 'cos He just took a vow of temporary poverty after buying the MEO stretching ring set (small, medium and large) in an effort to stave off any boredom He might experience playing nurse while one recuperates. Actually... that's not really safe is it? More a frying pan fire thing...

Is there a slave sanctuary out there?

Anywhere?

This whole recuperation thing is looking more like a shut in with Nurse Ratchet L