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Well nearly a year since I was writing on here it seems. Not been on the site a lot just recently and it would be very negative of me to explain just why!
But for those, and there seem to be a lot of you out there in various countries and up to no good, who want me to e-mail on another provider NO I am entirely happy with the facilities on here. They seem to avoid junk mail and scammers very nicely.
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The other news to report and pride as they say precedes a fall, is that I slipped on the stair last evening and clattered down in ignominious fashion on bottom and elbows narrowly avoiding being dropped a further few feet in to the cellar. Quite a shock !
I see this morning that the nose is broken from one of the treads, but whether this is the cause or the result of my precipitation is unclear.
I did take a wee dram but this was after the event and in the safety of my chamber.
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Well I see that the kitten saga lacks episode 2.
All four of the little blighters are growing and healthy and I think the mum is starting to wean them. This means they are now wandering about and asking for food. Being a soft sod I offered them one of those foil things of expensive cat caviar or whatever. Puzzled at first they very quickly got the idea and demolished the lot.
This may be a bad move in the longer term though as expensive tastes are really my domain !
Err anyone out there feeling feline depravations ? Good homes needed
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Well ! Got up this morning and looked out, so much for 'fine and settled' as promised by the over slick weather person ( maybe he should retrain as a merchant banker) damp and drizzle prevail. As I came back in to the porch I could her a mewing noise. Investigation revealed three very small kittens nested in a cardboard box. Strange I thought, another feral mum using the Slim home for foundling kittens. Then I noticed a bloody mess on the floor and a dead kitten in it. I started to clear up thinking that my size 9s were to blame and the kitten moved. It was cold as death but alive the mess was caul and the bits more familiar to mid wives.
So remembering my first aid and sea survival techniques I wrapped it in kitchen roll and set it in a warm pocket. Soon there was movement and it was transferred to duvet. By noon it was so active I decided to put it with the other three in the box and see what will happen.
Further reports in due course. Oh and maybe a picci.
Further though would a kitten caul work the charm ?
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I have been perusing profiles again and notice that many 'dungeons' seem to be at the top and not the bottom of the house. Could this be the origin of the term "Top" ?
There are good reasons for this I'm sure - not all of us can have cellars and not all cellars are remotely suitable. I wonder if people realise just how sounds carry and what a good platform to broadcast a roof is. Once when doing some repairs up there I realised I could hear all sorts of things including normal conversations in the street. All is not lost though, the process may work in reverse, but at ground level it is pretty difficult to tell from which direction the sounds came.
Still I think it is a good excuse for using an effective gag. Do they make silencers for paddles ?
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early in the morning and I ought to be doing something else - like packing my kit for the day.
The snare of having the laptop is that it is so comfy to use in bed. Another reason for not getting up ( or at the other end of a day - going to sleep).
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I see this journal is getting the look of a Newspaper :- famous headlines "Earthquake in Yorkshire not many killed."
No not as bad even as that; but at first light this morning, just as I was supping my coffee and had fed the cats, my kitchen ceiling fell in ! Some reaction made me step back and the biggest lump missed me; but the shock was - well a shock. Nothing in the sink or on the tops seems to be broken. Very fortuneate actually as I could have finished the first job of the day, which is to clear and clean before baking pies.
Cats are freaked out and need counselling, well cuddles !
I'm letting the dust settle before re-entering the chamber!
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Well another mail from a dubious profile, in the US this time. They suggest a correspondence via their own E-mail address.
Be WARNED this is another scam to market some dubious product or to get addresses for junk mail.
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Continuing the personal saga, yesterday may well have ended it! I very closely avoided being wiped out in the car. Part of the way through a right turn I became aware that a car was overtaking the line of traffic at high speed and I was able to turn in to allow space. The idiot went through the gap at undiminished speed, no doubt congratulating himself on his skill and judgement. ( note for foriegn friends here we drive on the left)
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An exciting walk yesterday ! Got lost, well could not find the gate in to the wood coming down from the high moor. A tree had blown down since the last ( and first!) time there, so people had walked a different route all summer and I did not recognise where I was. Some to-ing and fro-ing added a half mile to the route. Later in the village one of my companions had her arm bitten by a nice doggy, thanks to the padded coat the skin was not broken; but a nasty bruise was appearing. Then as the dusk was falling we got chased by a herd of inquisitive bullocks, another friends red jacket had them running well ! But the sunset was quite stunning as the light fell behind an old ruined castle on the near horizon.
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A lovely day yesterday, arranged to meet a Collarme contact from the USA, who was over here. Met at noon and went for lunch in a very traditional English cafe/restaurant that is associated with a tea blender and bakers shop. The attraction being that it is straight out of an Agatha Christie, a lectern to queue at for the floor manager to seat you, waitresses in almost fetishistic black uniforms with white pinnafores etc. and, of course, decent food. My companion has a Dom of her own so protocol was, perforce, followed; but she was happy to discuss matters with me and in a voice that surely must have had the neighbouring tables agog, if not choking on their confections! A very pleasant afternoon and thank you Joanness.
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The first question must actually be “ Why am I writing to this person/ad/profile?” Well - I think my grasp on reality has slipped ! Mind it wasn’t exactly helped by going to Pickering yesterday, the whole place was full, and I mean FULL, like overflowing, with people dressed up. The theme was clearly, and loosely something to do with the second World War, there were old boys dressed up as Army, Navy or RAF officers, there were even older girls in Woman’s Land Army kit ( I suspect they were the real thing as they couldn'’t be day under 80 - except for a couple of lithesome teenagers who probably looked like Great Gran did in the war ). There were all sorts of men and boys done up as US forces, replete with old Jeeps, ladies dressed as tarts and men dressed as spivs, far more chiefs than indians and everyone was having a whale of a time. What was really unsettling was I kept meeting people I know.
I suspect poor Mr Blair had it right after all, people do like a good war, only he went and chose a bad one.
You see what had been bothering me, and this is to the point, was all the players, lies, fantasists and idiots on the couple of BDSM sites I look at. It is clearly me that is out of step with reality – it isn’t real at all, I’ve got it wrong all along.
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The phrase " Time has rolled on since that happened" comes to mind for some reason. It is quite uncivilised in terms of hours, before doom has cracked. I am sitting looking moronically at the screen and supping strong coffee in the uncertain hope that it will all make sense soon.
I have had a profile on here for quite a while now and yes my activity in terms of on line has been patchey; but I do always respond to letters even silly ones. BUT I seem as far, further even, from achieving my goal as when I started. Perhaps hope has withered in what increasingly seems an arid desert.
So back to the Houses of Parliament model ? - Where is the glue and those matchsticks ?
Second thoughts, since the shops at least seem to think it's Guy Faulks night already, I'll settle for the matches !
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Holidays. Not mentioned my recent sojourn as I have mixed thoughts and want to reflect before making utterence.
Looking again at various subbie/slavie profiles it becomews clear in moments of cynicism that the actual words used carry a depth of meaning. For instance one says:- blah blah blah and may meet suitable. I take it this means she wants to 'chat' on line.
Not as you can see in a particularly good mood - not helped by one of the many over long wires on this PC wrapping round the coffee mug ! At least the 97 horse power carpet shampooer is still here ready to retrieve the situation.
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Ugg ! Totally bashed in - NO! This is from travel and the rude shock of English autumn weather. Got back from Gib late Saturday night and was up feeling OK on Sunday, even went off for an afternoon walk in the light drizzle. Last evening and this morning things seem to have caught up with me and coffee hasn't as yet had any effect. ( could this be because most of my mug full has ended up wetting the floor ?).
I see the font options on this are still doing their own thing - which bit of 10pt Times New Roman and not bold is so difficult. Or is it set up to raise the ire of lethargic Dom(me)s ?
That's enough I think, more coffee, reports of monkeying about on the rock later!
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Thomas the Tank Engine!
It was heritage weekend and I had arranged to go to an event at Grosmont. This suited me as I could go on the train and relax. As there was time in hand I got off at the station before and strode out on the pleasant track between the railway and the river. The first inkling of what was to come was that the huge car park was full. Puzzelling as to why this could be I rounded the corner and saw hoards milling about - the penny finally dropped when I read the little plastic flag being enthusiastically waved by a small child. It was Thomas weekend. I cannot help thinking that the world has gone mad, car loads of people travelling miles to see a dirty smelly old industrial loco, all for kiddies who likely as not have never been on a real train !
The heritage thing was good and I only just made my last train home !
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That bold comes on still!
A funny day, slightly the worse this morning for several pints of ale, the end of the summer run on the music train bash. Today has been glorious, as if to mock the departed summer. As I had stuff to get, milk - seem to get through a lot, what with my coffee and teas and the several pussy cats - hen food - they are champion eaters, if not champion layers - top up for mobile - s**ng Sains do not do vouchers! - bottles of water to keep me hydrated. ( worth saying again what they actually mean on the label. Spring just means out of the tap. If you want spring water you have to get Mineral Water, which used to be the name for fizzy pop like lemonade).
Well after all that I thought go and see friend X who is quite close to the route. Phoned and got a reply which was almost drowned in the voice telling me one minute of credit was left and set of. On the lane nearly ran over a hen and then saw there were several squashed on the road. It dawned - slowly - that there had been a mass escape from the local egg factory farm and they weren't bothered to catch them. Now you will have noticed hen food in that list, so I went a hen catching, better in my free range than squashed I thought. Well they were agile, clean living girls and not hampered by a night on the pop, so as you can guess the hunt was fruitless. Well not quite I did find a doz nice eggs in the grass and they nicely filled my hat. I am plotting another foray as if they as fit as they seem they will produce healthy eggs I think.
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This is probably the last attempt at altering the font and such, why does it insist on bold type when I cancell that ? - most annoying and confusing!
Speaking of confusing, had signed up for a 5 day course this week, made arrangements, then they said why not do a 2 day one ? I said I wanted the advanced course, right they said OK. Got to course and they said yes this is the 5 day one. About 11 am they changed their minds, 2 days here and the remaining three at the marine college - to be arranged. So I've completed the short course and got my slip of paper and now have to wait to see what happens. Maybe for the best, I'm almost certainly, going out to boat in Spain (in ?) next week. Nothing is certain. Confused by this rant ? Well me too !
Anyway I'm getting the PC sorted out slowly and finding addies and stuff. Saw a lovely lass on line, we played a bit last year and did a munch. Anyway it was lovely to have a nice chat about life romance and stuff and exchange news.
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Oow what a tiny little box to try to type in today.
What is there to report ? Had a look at the favourites list that had got well out of hand and have started to take off or write notes to those concerned ( or not, as the case may be !).
It was the Bank Holiday weekend, does it mark the official end of the season ? I usually avoid the crowds, but was tempted on Sunday to get that excercise I had been contemplating too long. So a train ride to the middle of the moors, hop off in Newtondale and climb on to the top, there is a convenient ladder for the steep bit. Thence on the moor top to the next station and a ride to Goathland. This allows a pleasant downhill stroll via a nice pub with real ale and decent sandwiches to the station at Grosmont and a train home. The pub was surrounded by sunseekers and smokers in about equal numbers and inside was cool dark and almost empty, apart from a group of friends who chatted while I ate.
I mention this little excursion, not because it showed me how unfit I am, which it did, but because of an incident. While supping tea from a foam cup on the platform at Levisham a family row erupted on the opposite side of the track. Hubby was berating his partner ( wife ?) about something in a loud voice so it was not possible to ignore the scene. What ever it was it certainly was public humiliation and on a grand scale for her, she glowed a bright pink all over. Whether this was from embarrassment or sexual excitement who could tell. Since she did not clock him and flounce off I must assume the latter. Still I thought it was out of order on a family day out.
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mainly writing here to see if this works as I have become very frustrated reading various topic threads in the forum section and then finding the reply box would not work.
Is this because it is so laden with features that it consumes bandwidth voraciously and has to "rest"?
No do not reply - it really doesn't matter, the sky is a pale clear blue in all directions and the sun is heaving himself over the rim of the moor casting golden rays over the hill opposite and the tops of trees in the valley below me. A day to transform those good intentions in to action !
One of the topics concerned age, experience and self awareness. I distinguish these three. Age ought to lead to experience and it is our personal duty to ensure that it does. Self awareness is another matter, different and two edged perhaps in terms of desirablility.
Right the riot of kittens that I moved from this room as far too distracting - they were starting to take an intrest in a new cashmere (blend) sweater - are now playing football on the landing with something noisy. plop, plop, plop etc etc ! It is now quiet, the ball has headed down the stairs with, no doubt, the team in hot persuit.
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Let me see if this site is actually working again first. OK seems so.
Had a trip to Whitby last evening to see the end of the Reggatta and the fireworks later. An odd do, it draws huge numbers of trippers to the town; but the action, sailing, rowing and so on is at sea.
Anyway the weather was good and the crowds in happy moodso I think everyone was able to enjoy.
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home again after a trip to vanilla friends in Norfolk. I used the little ( keyless) truck and got there with cargo quite quickly and without incident. Had a shopping trip to local seaside town and really regret not taking camera there. Oh the shorts and the legs! Thinking a small book small book of British legs in summer shorts may sell, had me in creases.
Still I had laughed too soon. On the journey home truck got seriously bored and decided to do a bit of hedging and ditching. Curtesy of an Australian couple and two car loads of Yorkshire hearties I was soon on the open road and heading home. Chastened.
Right time for bed ! Oh bugger took it to Norfolk !
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Well things are getting back to 'normal' what ever that is. No sign of key but some work with a stiff wire and then some artifice to remove the steering lock - well I am mobile and the house is tidied as never before!
During the kerfuffle I became awaare dimly that I had four kittens, not the usual three. Eventually I saw all four at once, and that while the proper ones are white with black bits
this was a little larger and white with ginger bits. ( no offence intended to Tiziano Vellicio
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Latest disruption to the Slimcontroller's routines - lost the keys to my little truck. A considerable nuiscance as it is parked in the bottom of my drive !
Otherwise, after a period yesterday when any words sent to Collarme were lost, which is most frustrating, I find my foriegn correspondent in the US has vanished without trace.
Just hope the melon patch is OK.
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Well, more trains and an 'experience' on the way back from London. The validity of my ticket was in question and the treat of paying again at the maximum fare held in prospect. Oh woe ! Dommies comforts stopped for the whole month !
Reason and the printout of the online booking saved the day. So said 'Comforts' restored ! Which has nothing to do do with the splitting head I woke with this morning.
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Took a train ride today, not mainline. To be fair it was quite rapid; comparable with driving and no hassle parking. But what a rattle trap and it was full to bursting. How do 'they' expect to attract passengers ? So any of you Masochists, if you want an uncomfortable and possibly humiliating experience in public all for no extra cost - -
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Just read the instruction at the top. Seems we cannot discuss "illegal activity", so had I best not mention parking on a yellow ? Or there was that unfortuneate incident with a wrapper that blew out of my hand - - -
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Agh ! One needs to press a key not the mouse ! I see that a whole year has slipped by since my last entry. Most of that time I have been "offline" well as far as naughty sites were concerned, my own PC broke and I was so pissed off trying to fix it and had a work one for "normal" use. Despite that I did maintain friendships and am glad to be back.
The floods did not hit this part too badly, maybe they are so much a part of life that they hav'n't had the nerve to build on the flood areas ?
Feel in need of some chat so anyone interestd ?
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feeling reasonably happy, that despite loosing a contest with an insect a tiny fraction of my fighting wieght. It by dint of artifice has closed my eye as effectively as a heavywieght champion. Sunglasses today I think, so wish me happy posing.
Just done the ego thing and looked at my own profile, goodness far too many"interests" if I spent my time indulging them I would starve!
Noticed that it seems to be crowded here, funny I had not noticed. ( just under the log out tab it says in bonny blue letters " FUCK A LOCAL GIRL" and then "over 10million in your area." !!!
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