My Day Off

Sam's not working today. He's got a mental health day because they have all been working especially hard on a new project. They all got the day off.

Yeah, yay, good for him, there should be more mental health days for everyone. It's nice that successful companies give a bit to their employees.

Having said that, Sam hasn't stopped yapping on all morning. He got a tax bill he's unhappy with and now he has been talking about that endlessly, when I say endlessly, I'm not sure I am conveying the real meaning of it.

Down with the govt, down with the system, how could this happen? Woe is me!

I joked, you sound like you'll be voting for Pauline Hanson next.

He smiled cheekily, and replied it will be One Nation all the way at the next election.

The party that has no answers.

They couldn't do any worse. (that is so often the political intellect of Pauline Hanson voters)

We both laugh.

He's funny. 

Voting for Pauline Hanson? It's a baffling development. Pauline Hanson is ugly Australia. Why would anyone want to vote for the ugliest aspects of Australia by voting for her. She has never done one thing for Australia, other than whinge and complain to bring the attention back to her.

You know all parties get paid per vote received once they get over a certain threshold, I still reckon that is the reason she does it.

Anyway, now Sam is trying to organise me into doing something for the day. He's talking about grocery shopping. Oh, yes, spoil me, let's do that.

I shiver with anticipation.

Back At The Gym

I got myself off the couch at 10.30am and got to the gym.

I thought about the cute guy in the tiny shorts and the colourful tattoos with the big, thick dick, I can't lie, but nothing that interesting happened.

There is an older chick with a young blond trainer. He has terrible over-sized black shorts on that make him look like he has a big girl’s arse. They are not doing him any favours. The older chick has big tits and every time she finishes a rep her t-shirt has kind of bunch at the top of her tits, kind of making them look bigger every time. All I can think is, just imagine lugging those puppies around. No thanks.

There is a bald guy, with an boyish adorable face, dressed all in black also exercising the gym he has a nice tight little arse on him by the look of it.

There is also a tall guy with earmuff headphones on, I think he is one of the trainers.

10:45am. The cute, muscly accountant with the square, black metal glasses who always wears a muscle top arrives. He reminds me of the first guy who had the hots for me when I first came out, so it’s always good to see him.

I start my 20 minutes on the bike. I’m getting back into it quickly. The burn on my legs is bearable already.

The bald guy leaves.

The tall trainer in large, big-girls-arse, shorts and his middle aged female client leaves.

The muscled accountant with the square, black rimmed glasses leaves. Bye honey.

I finish on the bike.

So then, I was working out with one of the big tall trainer, I call Lurch. Just at the same time, you understand, not being trained by. There are a few trainers who work at my gym and they are all really tall.

I listened to the Rolling Stones and did my workout.

So, that's pretty good, I've been four times in the last week, or so, since I got myself back to going.

Good for me.

11:06am. I leave the gym. The muscled accountant, with the square, black rimmed glasses, leaves at the same time. He’d been in the downstairs gym all along doing free weights.

I gaze at his arse in black shorts as I walk down the street behind him.

I re-write my old blogs for the rest of the day.

Late in the afternoon, we take the dogs for a walk.

There is an adorable English boy sitting outside at the Townhall Pub looking at his phone. He says something about Brun as we walk past. Did I bring Brun back because of how cute he was. Yeah, sure I did. (But I would do the same for other people, yes, I would)

“This is Brun,” I say to the cute English boy.

He pats Brun telling Brun how gorgeous he is. You too buddy, I think as I watch on. He says I made his day because he’s obsessed with bulldogs. He smiles at me. Adorable, with an adorable English accent. Takes me back to my days overseas when guys were attracted to me because of my accent.

“Just keep talking,” they would say. Truthfully, that was the American boys, more so than the English lads.

Sticky Fingers

I forget how great Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers really is.

Another good reason for working from home, I get to listen to the music I want and not on headphones.

It's an easy day, and my last for the week, thank you Mick.

Otto is lying at my feet like a big pair of red slippers.

The Guy At The Gym

Sam went to the office 8:30am. It was one of his rare days in the office.

I worked from home getting all my work done. I kind of had everything done by about 1pm.

So, I went to the gym. I wanna get into a routine and try and keep going, I think it’s easier that way if you get a routine happening, in fact, you kind of begin to like it if it becomes a part of your week. That’s what I think.

You know, if you go kind of automatically. It's just a part of what you do.

I like going during the day because either there is not very many people in the gym, or you get the gym to yourself, anyway it’s never really busy with people in your way, so I like it.

I get on the bike for 20 minutes at the beginning of my workout, which is what I always do.

A really cute guy comes and gets on whatever the leg machine is next to the exercise bikes. He’s got muscle and tatts and he's got a shaved head. He had on the smallest pair of black shorts you’ve ever seen on a guy in the gym. He had great legs coming out of those shorts too.

So, he was doing leg crunches, I guess they were. He spent a lot of time with his legs wide upon you know with his tight shorts and his bulge in those shorts. It was hard not to look, he was a good look.

But, I kind of got the vibe from him that he wasn’t keen on me looking at him. And I didn’t really need to anyway, I was there exercise, I’m not there to look at guys.

But I looked a couple of times. I’m only a human. Those legs, those shorts.

We’ve both finished together and he got a wet wipe to clean his machine and I got a wet wipe to clean my machine. We made eye contact and he held the eye contact longer than expected, and I smiled just because I was trying to be friendly.

Then he’s walking away and I’m cleaning the bike and he looks at me and he pulls the leg of his shorts to the side and flops his big cock out. Nice it was too.

So, I guessed at this point that he wasn’t giving me don't-look-at-me vibes, earlier, I guessed at this point he was, perhaps, giving me look-at-me vibes. I’m not very good at differentiating those things.

Anyway, he left the gym and I continued with my workout. It made me smile though. Nice dick, buddy, I thought. More guys should flash their cocks.

I don't know if he wanted me to follow him, but I didn't want to follow him. I wanted to workout and get some kind of routine happening.

It rained on and off for most of the day.

Monday In The Office

In the office, what can I say? Nothing. You have heard me say it is a complete waste of time many times, and I am sure you don't want to hear me say it again.

Kill me now, was my first thought as my laptop fired up at 6.30am.

I left early. I knew Boris wouldn't question it. And she didn't.

Rainy Sunday

The rain came. It rained all day.

It is Sunday, so of course, it is cleaning day. Sam cleaned. I vacuumed. I watered my plants. Indoors, and the garden plants, the ones that don't get directly rained on.

We ordered in, noodles for lunch. Thank you Hungry Panda.

We sat around and listened to the rain on the roof. It continued to fall all day.

The two dogs lay together, like they have a habit of doing, a couple of bookends.

I caught up on all my car restoration shows on YouTube, that was cool.

Of course, sitting around and doing nothing is my forte. I guess I should have gone to the gym, but who wants to go outside when it is raining. Besides, do gym on the weekend, when all those people are potentially there too?

Late in the afternoon, the rain did. actually, stop and we walked the dogs, there was the lightest sprinkling of rain for some of the time while we walked. Really gentle. Kind of nice, really.

We ended up at the supermarket for food, when it was getting grey and greyer outside.

We got home before the rain started to fall again, but when it did it continued to fall for the rest of the evening. 

We chose the right window period in which to go out, as it turned out. What do you call that? Intuition? Do you think as a species we can smell the rain coming, it's just that we have become desensitised to our power?

Ha, ha. Maybe? I don't know, I'm just practising talking shit now. We seem to have a knack for it, down't you think? Shrug. Maybe.

Sam gets out his floor cleaning machine and cleans the tiled floor, kitchen, walk way, laundry. Sam is a sucker for a floor cleaning machine. 

How clean does the floor need to be, I ask him? As that machine whirrs on and on. I'm not really one for housework

The rain continues to fall outside.

Brun lays snuggled up to my left leg on the couch gently snoring.

I look up and think yum when I see a big bottle of apple juice on the kitchen bench, which turns out to be sunflower oil, which was really disappointing, as you can imagine.

I take my Explorer socks off so I can walk across the wet tiled floor to the fridge to get a glass of blackcurrent juice.

Otto pushes his ball to my feet, and looks up at me with big puppy dog eyes that say, throw it for me will you.

And the nightly relentless ball throwing begins.

Sam prepares my lunch for tomorrow in the office.

We Went to Altona Beach

 

It was nice down there. What would you call it, the beach side suburbs? The western suburbs beach side suburbs. It was easy and relaxed and not crowded with people. It just seemed like a nice, relaxing place to be.