So let's just have a look at how that worked out shall we?
Let' see...
We spent the day in bed, grazing, catching up on Breaking
Bad and bemoaning the fact that we were so behind in it. One small slave folded
the laundry done this morning, while He paired up his socks in the precise
manner that reunites one white sock with its mate. Still a little hazy as to
how that is done because they all look the same... must be something to do with
that better than 20/ 20 vision thing that He has. He spent the day pouncing on
exposed body parts causing equal amounts of pleasure and annoyance before dying
at 7.30 pm. Leaving one small slave with 16oz of Njoy shoved in the arse and
the realisation that the rubbish bins hadn't been put out...
This is not an auspicious beginning...
In fact one would go as far as saying that things need to
improve radically... that and we are obviously too old to spend a night on the
tiles. Half the trouble was that we were wrecked from not getting home until
5.30 am this morning.
Sighs oh well there are still 364 days left to work on J
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