Tuesday, October 15, 2013

We surrender

For two days straight we have been driven from our tiny domicile by the sounds of construction work. Yesterday it was the irregular pounding if bricks being demolished and being carted out and loaded into a trailer. Today it was the jackhammers being bought out. It seems the bricks were more solid than first thought. By some strange quirk of fate the internal cupboards, benches and BBQ of the outdoor entertainment area were better built than one of the boundary fences... you can tell where the previous owners priorities lay.

Anyway off we scampered driven by noise, dust and an overwhelming desire to be anywhere but home. As a result our only achievement for the day, other than some sex before crashing, was Him acquiring another pair of Converse for his captured breeding programme... which leaves one small slave with a dilemma.
How do you tell the boss person that they need to stop bringing home shoes?
There is no room at the inn or the shoe cupboard...
Well none that won't be at the cost of displacement of one's own shoes...
Mutters this could get ugly 

2 comments:

Neale Wolfson said...

Well I have the answer for you there.

Point out how sexy some of those shoes make you look, How much you are suffering in them, and the sacrifice you make in wearing them for his pleasure, and that throwing out those shoes, would be like throwing out your underwear or something...

Master's piece said...

PMSL Oh, you are gooood! LOL