Just A Bit Of Happy Fluff

I shopped.

I know that it is not a sign of spiritual maturity but I got the most beautiful Radley bag and boxes and boxes of Lush stuff.

I also got shoes, lip glosses, some Clarins creams and chocolates. The chocolates were medicinal, of course.

Now I am home and I have had some time to go through all my loot. I love that part of shopping. The gazing at packages, the unveiling, the opening of lotions and potions and the inhalation of scents, each one a delight to experience.

Now, I have run him a bath because men are rubbish at baths, they see it as a kind of business to be endured. I will bring him a beer to keep him still … er … occupied … er … happy.

Then I am supposed to tidy a clothes bomb that exploded over the last few days. I do not know how it happened. I put everything in drawers or hung up and some evil elves came in and threw it all over the floor.

The problem is a simple one. Do I do as I have been told?

He has been horribly strict recently. I can’t tell you about it too much because it makes me shy but last night when I was so very much NOT tired he told me that if I did not hush and mind him that he would get the belt. Call me suspicious but I don’t think he meant a conveyor belt filled with goodies.

I am sorry to admit I did hush. He is mean with that thing and I maybe was a little tired.

He says that I am used to having my own way all the time and need to get used to being told what to do sometimes. How does one get used to such a thing?

I am far too happy to do as I am told. I have toys to play with.

I will report in later.

Would you like another?