Grey Sunday

What a terrible grey kind of day, nothing much to say, the leaves continue to fall from the trees, Autumn is giving a good display, winter is on the way.

We stayed in for most of the day.

Sam had made a big pot of Beef Rendang, so we ate that for lunch, with rice and greens, nice it was too.

Yeah, sure we took the dogs for a walk in the afternoon. 

We checked on some ceramic dog bowls we'd had our eye on in a shop that was finally having a sale. The bowls were $110 each and they weren't included in the sale, of course they weren't.

We got to the bakery, and bought a chocolate croissant and an escargot and we came home and made tea and ate the pastries with the tea.

That was pretty much the day done.

I have to go to the office tomorrow, I hate the company so much for that.

Sam has made me lunch to take with me.

So it is up early and back on the pointless corporate conveyer belt.

Funny, I was looking over my old blogs, adding images retrospectively, some of you may ask why, yeah, well, probably a good question, but I can't help but want to make them as good as they can be. I came across a message from Aby, Don't get caught in some pointless finance job forever, you have greater things to offer life. Ah Aby. Shrug.

Lovely Saturday

I went to the gym after breakfast, yes I did. Right back into it. Not so hard, as it turned out.

We went out to lunch. The sun shone.

The wind blows and the autumn leaves dance in the air about our faces. The wind blows again and autumn leaves fly in the air around our heads. The wind blows again and autumn leaves are blowing up the street.

And that was about all we did, today.

A good Saturday, just what Saturdays were made for.

I fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV. I love that.

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.