Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween boys and girls, if you're heading out tonight remember to be back home before midnight, lock all your doors and windows, close the curtains and don't answer the door. There'll be ghouls, ghosts, witches and all other horrifying manifestations roaming the streets and haunting your minds and souls come midnight. Not to mention gangs of kids knocking on the door trick or treating; I mean it's just gone 7 o'clock and I live on a quiet street with about ten houses on each side - so where have all the kids come from? I'm sure they're on a rota system or something, working as one big conglomerate, every five minutes or so there's a knock-knock on the door. Not that they're getting any joy, we haven't even bothered answering the door; my baby reckons it may not be trick or treaters - there could be a major incident on the street and the emergency services are attempting to clear the area. I hope for once he's wrong but if you never see this post then you may gather that he was right again, oh dear.................

Anyway we're heading out for a few beers tonight and we're both so looking forward to it, we've not been out for a drink in the longest time - and that's not dramatising the truth, it really has been a very long time; so to prove we're not getting boring in our old age we'll be hitting the blinding lights of Stockport. There's some sarcasm in the last statement, I mean Stockport doesn't exactly boast a buzzing nightlife nor is particularly gay friendly; but whatever, just getting out for a couple of hours and enjoying a few beers with my baby is the perfect way to spend any Halloween. Tonight we're trying somewhere new, a pub we've not been to before, a change from the Old Rectory - our usual local pub. We'll be heading down to the Arden Arms on Millgate, I've often heard there's some gay affiliation with the pub, that it's gay friendly and that it attracts a gay crowd, so we'll go and test the water. I know for certain that it'll be nothing like the gay village but if it's gay friendly then that'll do for us - it's a rarity within Straightville.

So we'll be leaving you shortly, we both need to get showered and ready; although I will not be dressed as the photo above. Yes, if you've not guessed it that's me in the photo after having a Halloween makeover courtesy of Kerry and Laura; whenever they give me a makeover I always end up as a female persona, I've no idea why? But I think they did a grand job bless them, the bright orange hair with the devil horns and devils tripod is so this season darlings! No we'll both be going out dressed regular tonight although I desperately want to paint my nails black, as my little testament to Halloween but mostly because I just want to, it's been months since I've worn makeup; but as we're unsure as to how gay friendly the pub actually is I'll probably give it a miss. I've also been talking to my baby about wearing eye makeup and lipstick the next time do get out to the gay village; not real girly stuff but just to make a statement, I really want to try it out. He's not too keen on the idea, he's cool with the nail paint but thinks anything else is taking it too far and crossing into boundaries that have caused him some upset in the past. Oh well, he's probably right and besides if he's not comfortable with the idea then I won't approach the subject again; how I've drifted onto this subject in the first place is a mystery anyway - why am I telling you this?

Anyway, I've really got to go and get ready and this really is goodbye but we'd both like to say thanks to girlfriend for buying us some Halloween treats; she bought us a skeleton and a pumpkin head chocolate lolly - that's so sweet, literally! I thought it may have caused us some problems truth be told and we'd end up fighting over which lolly we wanted; but my baby came up with the perfect solution.

He's having the pumpkin head because he likes receiving head and I'm having the skeleton because I like to be on the receiving end of a nice big bone! It's a fair comment isn't it? I can't argue with that one, I couldn't even speak when he came up with the idea due to being on the floor laughing, gosh he makes me laugh so; I love you babes xoxoxoxoxoxox.

Goodnight dear readers, wishing you all a safe, happy and fun filled Halloween xxxxxxxxxx.

Edgar Allan Poe

"Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?"

That's a mighty fine question and to be honest I'm not sure of the answer, I used to think I was but now...................

I woke up at about 3.45 this morning, I was lay on my back and my boyfriend was kind of lay across me; his left leg was straddled in between my legs, his left arm was resting over my chest and his head was resting on my shoulder. He was asleep on his side, right up against me and over me - I turned my head to the side and his face was right up against mine; I could feel him breathing so gently, he looked so peaceful, so angelic and so beautiful. I couldn't really move without disturbing him and I didn't want to move; I was just enraptured within the moment, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

I've never felt so close to anyone, ever before in my life than at that moment; hand on heart that's nothing but the truth. To find my baby snuggled up into my body, using it like a pillow and fast asleep without a care in the world, it just meant everything to me. All the love, comfort and trust I feel for him was captured in that moment because to me I knew he was so at ease with me, he wanted to be close to me and to fall asleep whilst holding me. I just felt so loved, so wanted and so safe and secure - it was like nothing else I've ever experienced; and to be honest I imagine it's what the majority of us crave in life, my life is no different. I held his body with my free arm and drifted off to sleep again...............

It's been on my mind all day today, those fleeting silent moments from the early hours of this morning etched into my mind. I shouldn't have been awake at that time of day, I don't know why I woke up at such an early hour and maybe I didn't. Perhaps it was all just a dream within a dream, I mean life cannot be this beautiful; then again each time I look at my baby...........

What not to wear

Good evening Blogger world and tonight you find me as I wish to be - happy, well and in the arms of my boyfriend. I wish I could tell you we're both off this weekend and we're spending all of it together but unfortunately we're not, work intervenes once again. We're both working tomorrow and I'm making it a full hit by working Sunday too - it cuts down on our options some but at least we'll be seeing each other through the night. I just wish we were both off, I just so feel the need to spend some serious quality time with my baby, he makes me so happy. But that's the nature of the beast at times and if nothing else those extra pennies will come in real handy to buy someone special something special for Christmas. I wonder who? I love you babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Talking of gifts, for those of you who've been keeping up with the comments on my blog or indeed keeping up with the blog by Silverlady, you may have read that Big I bought me a gift when she went to Liverpool. That's a photo of it above - it's a mini Liverpool scarf in the most beautiful pink colour; it was just so unexpected and so kind and thoughtful, thank you Big I. Ever since I received it I've been wondering how to wear it because as the photo bears testament to, it's too short to wear as a traditional scarf. It's caused me many a sleepless night truth be told, tossing and turning whilst constantly thinking how to make the best use out of it. I mean it's a gift from a very dear friend and it deserves to be used but the problem has been how; it was that bad that I phoned my baby up at two in the morning to ask his advice. Then in a moment of blinding clarity it hit me, it was something so simple we both wondered why we didn't think of it early.

You see the shape and length of the scarf lends itself so perfectly; not only that but it's still doing exactly what a scarf should do - keep you warm. I couldn't believe it when I tried it out because it fits perfectly and so with the Winter months setting in upon us I'll be wearing it all the time to keep the cold at bay. Except of course when I'm with my baby, he makes me so hot I don't need any extra insulation and besides it wouldn't remain in situ very long. Have you guessed yet..................

That's right - a willy warmer; made to fit me like a dream - it just about covers my modesty! Sorry Big I xxxxxxxx.

Light my way

It's amazing what people can do, I mean there's my last post which is at one end of the spectrum and at the other end, well there's another person who can remind me without even speaking that all the crap is worth it because...............

I've not seen him since Monday, that's two whole days and I've missed him; and I do miss him more when I find myself struggling with life. Thankfully it doesn't happen very often these days - it is a rarity but I do feel guilty to feel needy of him during such times; they're my problems after all and I don't want to burden him with such. But he helps, he wants to help and he does help; he encourages me to share the bad times or thoughts, especially when I do struggle to ask for help. He always reminds me that he's here to share the good and the bad times; and he always makes sense, I don't know why or how but he does. He just makes everything better, he makes the world seem like a brighter place and he makes my worries disappear.

I've spoken to him lots on the phone and he helped to ease my mind but to see him tonight, in person, just put a big smile back upon my face. I guess just seeing his familiar face, his smile and his eyes; puts me instantly at ease, I know I'm safe from harm in his arms and I know his touch and his kiss has the power to heal. I feel like a different person when he's with me and just doing the simple things with him makes a whole world of difference; we were sat at the kitchen table having tea tonight and it hit me out of nowhere - all my worries had disappeared, it was beautiful.

We've been talking, cuddling and kissing; how I love just sitting together holding him close on the sofa and talking without thinking - just saying whatever's on my mind. I started my Christmas shopping today, it was just magical, it filled my heart with warmth; he asked to see what I'd bought but I couldn't show him - he smiled and kissed me.

He's my boyfriend and I love him to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Doormat

Um, hello there Blogger World and welcome back - if there's anyone still reading this; and no there wasn't a problem with my account or blog page or anything like that. It was much more simpler than that and nothing technical, there was a problem with me and I kind of password protected my blog. Well, there's no kind of about it - I did indeed password protect my blog so only invited readers could view it, apologies if you've been experiencing difficulties trying to access it during the last 24 hours.

I suffered a knee jerk reaction to something someone said - it offended me and I think this time I had every right to be offended. I appreciate I'm a sensitive soul but sometimes some people just overstep the mark of what I'm comfortable with, you know? And I do try to find the humour in their remarks and I do try and remember that they probably don't mean to offend but this time it was real difficult; it was too difficult for me to bear. I just don't understand why my life attracts so much attention, so much subjection and, unfortunately at times, so much ridicule; no one deserves to be treated like that ever. Particularly when it also involves my sexuality but more pointedly my boyfriend; and then people wonder why I'm so protective of him. Would you be happy if you're boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife was subjected to such? It doesn't need an answer does it - I'll protect my baby from any harm in anyway I possibly can; if people do not understand that then, well, I honestly do not know...........

It's just my life when all is said and done, it's no different to anyone else's, I'm not special and neither is my life. I don't even try and pretend that it is; all I try to do is make the best of what I've got and somewhere along the way I decided to document parts of it on here. I'm not comfortable when the spotlight is turned incessantly upon me and I thought that this blog wasn't helping matters so that's why I did what I did. Whether it was a good way of dealing with the issue is open to interpretation but it was my decision and it felt right to me at the time. Especially when an innocent party, a guy, my boyfriend, who I love to bits was been dragged into the equation; that's so far off limits it doesn't even register. What part must either of us play to make everyone happy all the time?

But I'm back, treading gingerly, but back all the same; please don't treat me like a doormat..........

You

It's late and everything; and this post is so not planned and I don't really know what I'm going to say apart from I'm just so happy. Seriously happy - my life is blessed, it's filled with beautiful people who think of me, care for me and love me for who I am. And I'm nothing special, I'm just a guy doing his best to get through life and trying to make it fun along the way, that's all; there's nothing more really.

And for every person that tries to upset my apple cart there's at least another two who will help me to put it right again; that's beyond words, I'm very lucky. There's a very special guy too, and I don't know how it panned out but it just did, I wasn't looking for love and I wasn't looking for a boyfriend but it happened. I could call it fate, a guiding hand from a higher plane, whatever, but it really doesn't matter how it happened; all that matters is the fact that it did happen and it continues to happen each and every day.

He's all I could have hoped for in a boyfriend, all that and more; and along with the rest of my friends - you know who you are, you've helped to shape me into something better, something I never was, that's the biggest compliment I can pay you and the biggest gift I could ever have hoped to receive.

So thank you, for making this random life shine. I love you all xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Especially my boyfriend - a guy I could never stop loving xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo.

Happy Monday

Didn't it go dark early tonight? I appreciate the clocks went back and I know I blogged about this on Saturday but it was still a bit of a shock. It was a grey, overcast day in Stockport anyway but still, come 4.30 this afternoon dusk was well and truly descending; and my walk home shortly afterwards was magical. There was a cool chill in the air and the darkness was encroaching around me, it's the first time it's really felt like Winter is closing in; it was one of those occasions when it would have been perfect to be walking with my boyfriend - holding each other close to keep out the chill.

That wasn't the only time he's been on my mind today because he's been there in my thoughts most of the day; they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and I guess the way I've been thinking of him today after not seeing him last night that old saying must be true. I was thinking of him so much I bought him a gift today and I did it intentionally, it wasn't one of those spur of the moment kind of things, I set out with the sole purpose of buying him a new pair of track pants. No reason to it, barring the fact that I wanted to buy him them, to surprise him, to wish him a happy Monday and because I love him.

So I went into JD Sports and purchased him a pair of Nike track pants - they're gorgeous; they're plain black in colour and made of a thin nylon shell material with a light polyester mesh lining; they look and feel seriously horny. I've been asking him to buy a pair like this for ages, each time we go shopping together I'm on at him without success; so I did it for him. You see I think he'll suit them, he can kind of dress them up to avoid looking like a scally, they'll create a different look and I just want to see him in them because they turn me on. I'm sure the thin material will cling in all the right places and show off his assets; and I'm certain to touch and feel him through them will be heavenly for the both of us. It's a shame they didn't have them in a size medium though...........

I bought a size large knowing pretty much full well that they'd be too big for him and I wasn't wrong. I gave them to him tonight - they do suit him and he doesn't look like a scally but they are too big for him; however he does like them and he does want them in a size medium if I can get them. But I did get a glimpse of how they'd look on him and despite them being too big and baggy they still did show off his assets; I'm sure a size medium will fit perfectly and do the job even better! I got a quick feel too and oh my the thin material sliding over his nuts and bolt was as good as I imagined; somewhere and somehow I'll find a size medium. Regardless of the sizing issue I got a cuddle and lots of kisses for buying them for him.

Happy Monday babes, I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Blank page

Good evening Blogger world and tonight you find me at a loose end because tonight you find me alone, my boyfriend is not with me and it feels strange - really strange. It's the first time in absolutely ages that we've been apart on a Sunday night, so long that I can't even remember the last time. Although we've been together lots of late, we do generally see each other as and when it suits us both, when work and whatever else does not intervene, so it can be a hit and miss at times. I guess of late we've been real lucky and we've both made a concerted effort to be available to see each other as often as possible because we want to, because we like being together and doing things together; because I love my boyfriend and my boyfriend loves me.........

But regardless of whenever we get to be together through the week, we're almost always together at weekends - so tonight is different. Not that I'm complaining, far from it; my baby has some family stuff to take care of and I respect and appreciate the fact because I respect and appreciate him. Besides there'll always be another day or night which means we'll never be apart long, it's a good job really because I love him - he's a sweetheart; and I'm not just saying that because he's my boyfriend. I say that with reference to the final comment he made on last nights post, if you've not seen it he sent his love to Rach and girlfriend; just the most innocent and sweet hearted sentiment ever. It was just so thoughtful and selfless of him to be thinking of them too and to let it show, it blew me away and I know it shouldn't have done because that's what my baby is like - so kind, thoughtful and loving; but it did and he still does. I hope he never stops.................

He phoned me up tonight to make sure I was okay, to ask me how my day had been and to say some other things meant only for my ears; it made my night. I wasn't going to post, it's been a day of absolute nothingness at work, in fact it's been like that all weekend, seriously boring and I've been kind of grouchy because of it; there's been nothing to occupy my mind, time's been dragging and it started to irritate me. As a result I really had nothing to share with you tonight, it was going to be a blank page, instead, well because of my baby the result is this. If you're faced with an empty page and nothing of note to fill it just think of someone special and the rest will follow.........

John Wayne

If you're not aware boys and girls the clocks go back one hour in the early hours of tomorrow morning; it's the end of British Summer Time (what summer?) and, as a result, it will officially be Winter. It'll be dark when we get up in the morning to go to work and dark before we come home again; short days followed by long nights. But before you get all depressed at the thought (unlike me - I'm actually looking forward to it, I love the Winter and the dark) you should celebrate the fact that you'll actually gain an extra hour in bed tonight, oh happy days!

And you should celebrate the fact, me and my baby are; I mean on a night you get an extra hour in bed my boyfriend is with me, our timing is nothing if not impeccable! And how do you actually celebrate an extra hour in bed? Well you don't sleep through it that's for sure! An extra hour to spend with my baby is always welcome but to spend it in bed together is bonus time. One whole hour, sixty minutes, 3,600 seconds - however you wish to describe it, it's time that's been gifted to us, use it wisely.

Taking into account my baby is seriously horny tonight - there's no satisfying him for some reason; I've already blown him, we've already had sex and well, it's my lucky night; Christmas has come earlier than expected, unlike my baby. He's like the Duracell Bunny, he just keeps on going and going; that extra hour can be filled with just one session - seriously, I am one lucky and happy bottom; and his recovery time is phenomenal. So if you happen to see me tomorrow and you notice I'm looking kind of tired despite the extra hour in bed, you'll know exactly what my baby and I have been up to. Besides that, the walking "like John Wayne after an epic horse ride" will give it away completely; whatever it'll be time well spent.......

However you decide to spend the extra hour dear readers, I hope it's spent doing something that brings you happiness. If at all possible spend it with someone you love and tell them you love them; you can never spend too much time with someone you love and you can never say "I love you" too much. Time like love is precious, cherish each and every moment; goodnight xxxxxxx.

PS I ♥ you boyfriend, I love you to bits xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Where it belongs

I was working today but regardless of the fact I had a great day; my folks came to visit me at work and we spent the best part of five hours together. I'm kind of blessed in the job I do, it allows me to do such, to be flexible and to spend the time both working and walking around with my folks. Not that they call that often but when they do it's always good to see them and spend time with them; we had lunch together, went shopping, my Mum did some Christmas shopping and we had a coffee together.

It was time well spent, time spent catching up, chatting, smiling and laughing; I love my folks they're real good, honest, hard working and simple living people - in my opinion the best kind of people this world has to offer. I hope my upbringing has given me those attributes, I try my best to follow their lead and treat everyone with dignity and respect, sometimes it's difficult admittedly but I do try; if for no one else then for my folks, it's a reflection of the care and love they've shown and instilled in me. My boyfriend (who's sat next to me reading this as I type) says it's true, I am that kind of guy and my folks should be real proud of me and of themselves for it. Bless you babes, that's a beautiful thing to say and thanks for the kiss; I love you too xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

As a result of my folks visit my baby finally got the last of the gifts I bought him from my holiday, he's had to wait three weeks for it - three weeks I've been back since my holiday, it seems like an eternity. We were in a gift shop in Salobrena and I saw some key rings on a stand, as I span the stand around, well the ones I eventually ended up buying just presented themselves proudly right in front of my face - it's the way I like them funnily enough! Anyway they made me laugh and as soon as I saw them I thought of my boyfriend, for reasons that will become obvious, and I couldn't resist, so I bought two of them - one for me and one for my baby. My folks were with me at the time and although they raised some concerns over my purchases they weren't really surprised, I guess they know what I'm like in more ways than just my sexuality! Whilst we were in there my Mum bought a cat keyring and that's where the problem began..........

Somehow our purchases got mixed up and upon our return home from holiday I got a phone call from my Mum asking me if I'd given my boyfriend his presents yet? A strange question I thought but I went along with it - no, I've not Mum; well don't give him the keyring because he might not be impressed. I had the cat keyring and my Mum, well up until today she was taking care of my boyfriends............

At least now it's right back where it belongs................

You're not kidding

I love my boyfriend for all that he is, one of those being...........

It was beyond fantastic and dear me did the sparks fly!

Is this rock n roll?

To answer the question - without a doubt it most definitely is; The Big Pink rock and they rocked the Manchester Academy last night. I kid you not it was the best £8 either of us have ever spent, I mean what can buy for such a paltry sum these days anyway? Not a lot, except a ticket to see one of the hottest bands to hit the musical radar in a long time, if there's any justice in the world they're going to be big, they deserve to be big and reach a much wider audience. If you weren't there you should have been, if they're still to tour a city near you just go and if you haven't yet bought the album.........?

As I mentioned earlier in the week we were really looking forward to it and just so excited by the prospect; we've both seen some of the real big hitters in the music world, the real heavyweights, the mega stars but I personally have never been so excited about a gig. My baby played it kind of cool but as I was getting ready last night my hands were shaking so much with excitement and anticipation that I found it difficult to tie the laces on my trainers; hand on heart that isn't a joke! It was so bad my baby asked me if I was okay - he thought I was ill or something; I guess it must have looked bad, I mean you couldn't help but notice the fact. When I told him it was nervous excitement he started laughing which in turn started me off laughing and I guess it must have rid me of them, they say laughter is the best medicine and on this occasion it left me in no doubt.

I dressed appropriately - dirty wash twisted seam jeans, bright pink studded belt, pink on black t-shirt, checked shirt and Nike hi-top trainers; proper rock n roll. My baby said I looked more like an emo which is a fair comment I guess; to be honest I thought I may have over done it and my baby may have been somewhat embarrassed to go out with me dressed as such. But he wasn't, far from it in fact, he liked the look and said I looked cool - I guess he must be used to me and my occasional extravagant ways; and it didn't stop him from holding my hand. Bless you babes I love you xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. If I had the time I would have painted my nails black too that would have completed the look; that and some hair - for some strange reason I really missed not having hair last night. Black, spiky hair would have made me look like one of the band, in my mind anyway, I've no idea either, please don't ask because I won't be able to explain............

I didn't feel out of place, I don't think anyone did and it always amazes us at the variety of people gigs attract. We were expecting a kind of younger age range but there was a broad cross section of society, all ages, all sexes and all sexuality's; we we're pretty certain we weren't the only gay-boys in the audience in fact we we're sure there were many! Maybe that's why none of our straight friends have ever heard of The Big Pink and then automatically assume it's a gay theme band because of the name! Gay they're not but rockers they are and what a venue to see them in - Academy 3, such a small, sweaty, intimate place; and when a band rocks out loud, man can you feel it. During the heavier moments the place was jumping, the crowd, the floor, the walls and the roof all bouncing as one; just the best fun we've had at a gig in the longest time. We hyped it up big time prior to the gig and it didn't disappoint - that's the biggest compliment we can pay Milo, Robbie, Akiko and others; not only one of the best albums of the year but also one of the best live acts, still raw and unleashed. It left us buzzing; the ride back into Stockport was filled with talk of wonderment at what we had just witnessed. They're surely going to make it big and it was one of those nights that we can look back on and say we were there when they were still breaking through.

Walking back through Stockport to my house it also dawned upon me why my boyfriend liked my look. With my jeans sagging at the back he took the liberty of letting his hand wander down there feeling up my bum whilst we were walking; it got me horny. We stopped on a quiet, low lit brow close to home and made out; kissing, snogging and touching before my baby well, it was proper rock n roll.......................

The Big Pink

And before we start no I'm not going to post about that!

It's the name of a band, one of our favourite bands at the moment, they've recently released their debut album, it's called A Brief History Of Love and it's awesome. I appreciate you may not have heard of them, they're still up and coming on the musical radar; to be honest I hadn't heard of them either until I read a review of the album somewhere. It got a mixed reception upon it's release some loved it, some loathed it and I was kind of hesitant as to whether I should take the plunge and buy it.

The last time we were in Manchester I found a copy on double vinyl, which I learned was a limited edition release complete with a two-tone coloured 12" bonus remix and only available from independent record stores; no major chains nor internet retailers were given it to sell. I couldn't resist the urge, so I took the chance and bought it before it disappeared forever. When we got home I gave it a spin on my turntable and we both instantly loved it, all of it, the whole album. We're listening to it now whilst I'm posting this, in fact we almost always play it when we're together and my baby was so impressed with it he went and bought a copy for himself on something called a CD - whatever one of those is? I believe it's a small, round, shiny piece of plastic that provides an inferior sound reproduction! Okay, call me old school but I love vinyl and it does sound better, it looks better and it's packaged better - the whole experience of buying a new vinyl record is second to none. Regardless my baby does not own a record player, he hadn't even seen one until he started going out with me! (Joke alert!)

That's the reason my baby wanted to come round tonight, to drop some clothes and stuff off ready for tomorrow night. Because tomorrow night we're going to see them, The Big Pink, at the Manchester Academy and you'd have no idea about how excited we are. Although we could be in real danger of over-hyping it all, we reckon it could be one of the best gigs ever, seriously; I mean the album does rock, at times it's like a wall of noise - guitars, bass, drums and synthesisers collide and distort with such impact it blows you away. I always say they remind of MGMT (another group we both love) with balls - a dark edge if you want me to put it politely. So we reckon live they'll be loud, they'll rock and they'll be seriously edgy - we hope so anyway; but for £8 a ticket it'll be worth it whatever. It's a joke, only £8, as soon as we noticed they were playing in Manchester the tickets were booked; seriously underpriced and if it's not sold out there's something wrong. Because we reckon the next time you get to see them play live the tickets will cost you a whole lot more; they're bound for stardom surely.

Can I?

What's happened to the weather boys and girls? Oh my, it's been seriously cold in Stockport today; cloudy and rainy too, a real mess of a day. But the wind has been beyond belief, I guess it's blowing northerly (oh dear I've turned into an amateur weatherman, my boyfriend will really love me now wont he? What an attractive trait to have, I'll never get laid again!) because it's been biting cold and although I appreciate it's mid to late October, Autumn heading into Winter, but still. Where in the rule books does it say I'll have to wear a bob hat at work in October? No joke, it was that cold; and I wasn't the only one - hoodies, hats, scarves and gloves were the order of the day everywhere I looked. Well almost, there were still some who thought the weather was good enough to wear shorts, and you do read that correctly - some being plural, there was more than one; only in Stockport..........

Anyway, I was due to be alone again tonight, my boyfriend and I had no plans to see each other until tomorrow night, so I was expecting a night on my own; with the heating on, music on the stereo and just trying to keep warm and cosy against the elements outside. That was until I checked my phone during my afternoon break at work and found a text from my baby, which in itself is nothing new. He asked (and I always love how polite he is, it is just so sweet - I mean he didn't state, he asked) if he could come around tonight to drop some of his gear off for tomorrow night? Like I was going to say no, like I was going to refuse him, like I didn't want to see him and like it wasn't the best surprise of the week!

I'm just so happy, seriously happy, it was just so spur of the moment, so unplanned and so unexpected. It immediately brightened what remained of my day, no matter if the sky was the cloudy, if it was raining and if it was cold and windy; the sun was shining down into my world. I can't wait to see him even if we've only been apart since yesterday morning, it will be great. To hold him in my arms and kiss and cuddle him I could never get enough of that; not that he's here yet. He's heading home from work to pick up his things before coming over, so I guess it will be around 8 o'clock when he gets to me, just over an hour away. My baby's going to keep me safe and warm tonight, to snuggle up in his arms and rest my head on his chest, just blissful.

Numbers

I wasn't going to post tonight, I'm feeling real tired and to be honest I only really checked in to catch up on some of the blogs I follow - I've kind of lost touch with them over the weekend. I was kind of busy, I didn't have the time, besides there was someone else occupying my time and my mind - he's beautiful and he's my boyfriend, enough said don't you think? Apart from the fact that I love you babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. Regardless of the fact if you've been keeping up with the blog you'll have a notion of what we've been up to anyway, I'm hardly shy in dispensing the facts; and that's probably another reason why I wasn't going to post. I've posted like a man possessed over the weekend but then again we had a lot going on and it's no surprise that I post so much during such times because it's always when I'm with my baby. That's when I'm at my best, that's when we have fun, that's when we do things and that's what gives me the stuff to write about on here. So tonight I was going to give myself a rest besides today was just a regular day back at work with little to stimulate my mind and soul; until.........

I checked the blogs I follow and for some reason I delved back into my blog archive and to my total and utter surprise found out it's one year old; on the 19 October 2008 I gave birth to this here blog and posted my first entries. It's my blogs first birthday, crack open the champagne and let the party begin! Maybe not but it is awesome, one whole year, 365 days and on most of them I've taken out a little time from my day to update it. And I've just read some of my first entries again, dear me how it's changed over time and how I've changed over time - it started off so innocently! It would be a lie if I said the same for me because I was far from innocent, I guess those days went well before the internet was invented!

But I have changed, back then I was a closeted gay-boy - absolutely no one knew that I was gay barring the guys I'd slept with of course. I was shy, somewhat unhappy, untrusting and single too. This blog helped me out - it really was my therapy to begin with, it was my own little secret where I could write down my thoughts and get them out of my system - none of my friends knew I was writing it at the time. I wrote it as honestly as I could, I came out as gay on here to any stranger who happened across it - it's easier to talk to strangers isn't it? Then, I don't know, I got comfortable with the idea of writing my thoughts on here and I became brave. I also met this beautiful guy who helped me too, he helped me to truly accept my sexuality and to see it wasn't something to be ashamed of. He taught me that such things are what made me just that, me; and as human beings we cannot help who we find attractive even if they happened to be of the same sex. To suppress such was just being unkind and untrue to myself, my friends and my family. So I began to take those first steps and gingerly came out to tell the world I was gay; I used this blog too during the process, for when words didn't come easy.

And now, well look what I've turned into and look what this blog has turned into - shadows of our former selves. 1,400 profile views, 456 posts and close on 1,800 blog visitors later I'm happy, confident, openly gay, proud of that fact and this blog has just turned into a journal of mostly sexually related antics. In under a year there's been just a major upheaval in my life, it's been turned on his head; that's a real short period of time, it's quite unbelievable. And the friends I've made along the way, such as girlfriend, Big I, Gill, Rach and all the others who have helped and supported me on this journey; not to mention all those out there in Blogger World who have been a part of this too. You've been great, seriously you've helped me more than I could say, in everything I am at this moment in time you're all in there; the laughter, the tears, the good and the bad times - you've always been there. Thank you, I love you all xxxxxxxxxxxx.

And that beautiful guy I met along the way? The one who I was so shy and introverted with? The one who kept on trying to break through the barriers I made? The one who continued to talk to me even when I wouldn't answer his emails and calls? The one who made me see that just being true to myself is the greatest gift in life? He turned into the greatest gift in my life, he stood with me every step of the way, he just loved me for who I was, nothing more, just me. He's my boyfriend, he's beautiful, he makes me smile and he fills my heart and soul with love. Happy Birthday, this blog is for you babes, all of it - I love you to bits (and I'm crying) xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

Perfect reflections

To top the day and the weekend off we had one of our newly discovered favourite for tea - cheese, bacon and potato pie from Marks & Spencer; if you can recall we discovered them for the first time last week and our opinion remains the same. The second time around they're still ridiculously tasty but tonight we found the perfect accompaniment to go with them. To be honest we just kind of stumbled across it in a I wonder what that will taste like kind of way. You see we were just going to have mashed potato and vegetables with the pie and that's exactly where we were heading; the pies were in the oven and the potatoes were boiling away, then I had a light bulb moment.

I took the butter from the fridge ready to mix in with the potatoes when a jar of whole grain mustard caught my eye; it just kind of sat there and waved at me. That's when the moment hit me, I wonder what that would taste like mixed into the mash, I bet it would taste real good and give it a bit of a lift. I've honestly absolutely no idea why I was thinking such thoughts but I couldn't keep them to myself; I turned to my baby and asked if he'd ever had mustard mash? He hadn't and to be honest neither of us had even heard of the combination before; not that we watch many cookery programmes, read cook books nor eat out at fancy restaurants very often. But we both liked the idea, so much so that we agreed to give it a go and risk possibly ruining a perfectly good serving of mashed potato and the main accompaniment to the pie. It was a bold move, we both like our food, we both eat a lot of it and we were both hungry, so if it didn't work out we were in for a hungry night. That's our take of life on the edge, others jump out of planes or climb sheer mountainsides - we risk messing up the mashed potato, so gay! (Those are my baby's words by the way - credit were credit's due; he's funny and makes me laugh, I love you so much babes xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.)

I mashed the potatoes as per normal and then came the moment, once complete I mixed in a tablespoon of the mustard - my baby was looking on with baited breath at this moment it was just so funny. I tasted it, my baby tasted it, not bad but it could use some more was the general consensus; I added another tablespoon, we tasted it, I added one more for good luck and good health and..............

It was awesome, just totally awesome and for some reason, we don't know why because we're not chefs, it just went so well with the flavours of the pie. I guess maybe cheese, bacon and mustard are a good combination but really who cares, we loved it; so much so after my baby took the first mouthful off his plate with the pie he stood up, walked over to me and planted a big sloppy mustard mash kiss on my cheek.

For dessert we had trifle, not made by our fair hands, we cheated and bought it from Marks & Spencer - it was a family sized one and I think it's supposed to serve four; there's none left, as I said we both like our food. But it was more than the food, the whole experience just got me in the mood, it just felt so warm and homely, fine food shared with my wonderful boyfriend, it touched me. So much so that I made the effort and brewed some filter coffee; and we sat around the kitchen table drinking coffee and sipping Brandy. We sat there for the longest time, talking, laughing and reminiscing at the wonderful memories we made together over the weekend.

It's been a perfect night - it's a perfect reflection of the weekend, it's a perfect reflection of us............ Goodnight, sleep well. With love from the both of us xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Tight fit

We took a walk in Selfridges, yes I know my baby and I going all upmarket, but as I said we visited just about every store in Manchester yesterday. This time we did remain refrained, we can control ourselves occasionally and this seemed like a good time to do so.

We checked out the menswear and there's some seriously good stuff in there at a seriously good price too; if only we had the money. However I did find a pair of track pants on special offer, in fact that's the only reason I did check them out; they're real retro looking - like the Adidas Originals range of track pants of which I already own many! These ones were made by Acne (first time I've heard of them too) but I guess they must be a designer brand because the original price was £60 and they were reduced to £35. I just loved the pink stripes down the side truth be told, they suggested gayness! It was one of those moments when, as I've said before, I was glad my boyfriend was with me because he agreed they were nice and said go try them on; if I'd have been on my own I would have dismissed them, I'm glad I didn't.

Because what you can't tell without trying them on is the fact that they've got a tailored cut to them; they're kind of low cut around the waist and are fitted both front and back. As such they're real close fitting in all the right places and the material being kind of silky smooth to touch just makes them so horny. As soon as I pulled them on I knew they were for me and when I walked out to show my baby he was in complete agreement - they look so hot babes! I've been wearing them today whilst we've been in the house and they are awesome and leave little to the imagination - just such a different cut from the Adidas Originals range. They're real tempting and the feel of my boyfriends hand sliding over the material is worth the money alone, he can't keep his hands off them.

It would have been rude to not check out the underwear department whilst we were there and well, I found the most divine pair of Bjorn Borg pants. It was the colour that got me first, a seriously bright green with a rainbow waistband but the material they were made of is just divine. This is going to sound strange but they were a stretch satin material, they felt so silky smooth I couldn't stop touching them; I called my baby over and asked him to feel them - we were both smitten. You've got to buy them babes, so I did, well two pairs to be honest; one for me and one for my baby; I mean why should my baby have all the fun? I want to see and feel him in them as much as he does me, besides we've got matching jeans so why not get matching pants too? Exactly, there's no reason why not at all! But they do feel awesome on, they're so lightweight, short cut and supportive; as well as being slippery smooth to touch - they just add another dimension.

To finish off I bought a pair of impossibly short shorts, I've really no idea why I bought them except for the fact that they fit so well. That said I've no idea where I'm going to wear them, I doubt they'll ever see the light of day, I'll probably use them as lounge shorts for around the house during the hot summer months (or should that be weeks or even days?) or maybe even as bed shorts. Whatever, I was just trying to suppress my sluttier side and truth be told I let my dick rule my heart on this occasion; you live sometimes you learn........

A bit of an animal

I bought lunch for us both yesterday, we went to our old favourite Burger King, took some time out, rested our aching feet, suppressed our appetites and quenched our thirsts. I didn't think anything of it; I mean it's hardly expensive and if I want to treat my boyfriend to lunch then I will. Although it didn't stop him trying to offload some money onto me to pay towards it, eventually he backed down or so I thought..........

A while later we found ourselves in Next and I spotted an awesome pair of pants; just so funny, bright and colourful. I showed them to my baby and he thought they were just brilliant, however for once in my life I showed some self control put them back on the rail and walked away. My baby picked out a beautiful blue, red and white checked casual shirt and whilst I was checking out the knitwear he went to join the queue at the till to pay for it. Shortly afterwards after finding nothing that took my fancy I walked over towards the till to wait for him.

As he walked up to the cashier I noticed he had the pants I liked in his hand, well I couldn't help but notice as he was waving them in the air whilst sporting a seriously mischievous grin! He put them down on the counter with his shirt, the girl began taking the security tag off the shirt, scanned it in, folded it up, put it in a bag and then turned to the pants. Oh, they're colourful she said, you'll certainly get noticed in them. They're not for me my baby replied, they're for my boyfriend he's a bit of an animal.

We both set off laughing but thankfully this time the girl behind the till joins in with us, I think these are for you she says to me, will you be wearing them tonight? I couldn't say a thing for laughing so my baby says, it'll be a long night he sure takes some satisfying; well that was it I was literally eating the flooring, just dying with laughter. The girl behind the till tries to maintain her composure but eventually cracks and starts laughing too and she's got this kind of oooh laugh that is so funny in itself it makes us all worse.

When we all calmed down and left the store before we got ourselves thrown out I thanked my baby and gave him a kiss, but I soon found the perfect gift in return.........

Jeans

I bought a couple of pairs of jeans from Republic earlier this week, I got them whilst I was at work and girlfriend helped me to pick them. The following night when my boyfriend came round I showed them to him and he really liked the pair in the photo; they're made by Bench and they really are a wonderful pair of jeans. They're a great colour wash with great stitching and crease detail, a great fit and the square cut pockets with zips and buttons really do make them stand out.

He liked them so much he asked me if would mind if he got a pair the same and I just thought it was so sweet. I didn't mind in the least in fact I thought it would be great, we could even go out in them together - two boyfriends in matching jeans is just so twee in my mind, I love the idea.

I wore them yesterday when we went shopping and as we entered Republic my baby began searching through the rails of jeans, he couldn't find a pair he liked other than the ones I'd already got. That said they had a pair of awesome G-Star jeans in the sale, reduced from £90 to £20, the only problem being they were an odd size, 38 waist/36 leg; like I said seriously odd. I mean I thought I had a long leg at 34 but I guess there's a seriously long legged person out there who's going to get a bargain! He asked me again to make sure I didn't mind him buying the same ones when one of the sales assistants approached and asked if he could help. I couldn't believe what my baby said next..........

He said, my boyfriend bought a pair of Bench jeans from here earlier this week and I'd like a pair the same please. They look like this before lifting my cardigan up so the sales guy could get a good look at the jeans I was wearing, not to mention the gay belt and my pants too! I was kind of speechless but my baby continued, this is my boyfriend by the way, the jeans fit him well don't they? That was it, I just set off laughing which set my baby off too and this guys looking at us, probably thinking we're taking the piss out of him.

Anyway, he obviously recognised the jeans and took us over to the correct rail, asked what size my baby required before picking them for him; all the while he had this slightly bemused look etched across his face. He teamed them up with a Soul Cal bubble jacket as part of the 2 for £50 offer and the jacket is seriously cool, it's kind of a bubble jacket body with knitted arms, sounds horrible but looks the business.

I think the sales guy breathed a sigh of relief when my baby paid for the goods and saw us leaving the store; he may need some therapy but the look upon his face was just a picture. What do you think of new pants by the way? They're a pair of Calvin Kleins, I bought four different pairs when I bought my cardigan and I appreciate I already own enough underwear but as they were in the sale I just couldn't resist. Besides if you think that's it for underwear purchases, read on.........

Teardrops

Good afternoon Blogger world, we've been out for a couple of hours - we went to Bramhall Park for a walk. It's a real grey day unfortunately and it's on the cold side too; neither of us took a coat either and as happens on such occasions we encountered a little rain. Regardless of the weather we had a great time, walking round holding hands and walking off breakfast which my boyfriend volunteered to cook again this morning; he does do a mean cooked breakfast and doesn't it always smell and taste better when someone else cooks it.

So we stayed local today, with waking up late and then have a marathon sex session followed by the drama of my baby, a radiator and his bum, time was already moving on. Besides the weather dictated it would only be a short venture out today. By the way his bum really is fine, I've checked it out again and it's as beautiful as ever, it's not causing him any pain either; I hope I didn't come across as uncaring whilst referring to it in my post this morning because I'm not. I would hate for anything untoward to happen to him, I never, ever want to see my boyfriend anything but happy; if I were to ever see him in real discomfort or pain it would break me in two, hand on heart that is nothing but the truth. And I hope I didn't make it sound like he's a drama queen either because he's not; his naked bum touched the radiator and it caused him to jump and let out the involuntary words that followed, that's just human nature, the bodily reaction to such events.

Anyway it was good to get some fresh autumnal air in our lungs, it really does make you feel alive and blows away any cobwebs. As ever just having a walk around together, talking and joking, following the footpaths through the gardens and woods whilst holding hands is just divine; it really did warm my heart and soul against the chill in the air. We were sat on a bench near the lake watching the world go and I guess because we were sat still for a while I really did feel the cold, it sent a shiver through me. My baby must have seen this because he asked if I was cold before putting his arm around me and cuddling up close, he held me tight, he kissed me, I almost cried. During that moment it just brought it back to me that he's the sweetest, most caring and warm hearted boyfriend ever; so considerate and so loving, I don't know. I just don't know anything else other than I love him to bits and I told him, I told him everything I've just typed. He smiled and kissed me again; then I did cry, he helped to wipe away my tears.........

Emergency......

....... which service? Ambulance please, make it two!

Now I know why some gay boys mince when they walk, oh my gosh, sex this weekend has been plentiful and spectacular; and this morning has just been the crowning glory. This morning finds me with a slight mince when I walk; I'm not in pain or anything, far from it but my bottom knows it's been laid to some tune. Nor am I complaining, I mean I asked for it and how my boyfriend delivered........

We woke up this morning (which is always a good start) both feeling horny again (ditto) and as you do we started kissing, touching and feeling whilst working each other up into a frenzy. My baby was lay on top of me, we were kissing when I broke off, looked into his eyes and asked him to (and I'll put it politely) screw me hard please! I just needed it hard and dirty; my baby told me afterwards that I'm a devil in disguise - I looked at him with sad puppy eyes whilst asking for it quite innocently, as if I was a child asking for a sweet. I guess when all's said and done it's true; and I did ask for it in such a manner quite deliberately because I know it turns my baby on.

It worked, my baby screwed me relentlessly - hard, fast and in just about every conceivable position; I think he even made some more up which haven't been documented yet! He just manipulated my body, screwing me from every angle and threw me around the bed like a rag doll; I didn't have any input barring the obvious, I just lay my defences down, let my submissive nature rise and let my baby use my body any way he saw fit. I don't honestly know how I survived and I cannot believe how long it went on for nor how we both lasted so long; particularly my baby, he was going at it like a bull in a china shop.

I kid you not when I say my orgasm must have lasted for 10 minutes or so before I actually ejaculated, my whole body was just racked with pleasure, so much that I was visibly shaking and finding it difficult to catch my breath. This wasn't the first time I've experienced such but I normally cannot take the sensations for so long and have to slow the action down whilst I regain some composure; but not today. I just held on for dear life whilst my baby kept on building up the pressure; building up the sensations until, well I've no idea what happened after that. I don't know where I ended up but I know it wasn't earthly wherever it was...........

It took a while to recover, we just lay there in bed, holding each other and kissing; my baby made the first move and headed for the bathroom. I listened to him brushing his teeth, I listened to him taking a shower and I listened to him make a short involuntary ouch followed by some cursing. Figuring the last thing I heard wasn't a normal part of his morning ritual I jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom to find my baby rubbing his bum whilst trying to look over his shoulder at it. I've just burned my bum babes, is it all right? I looked at his bum it was fine - it was a mighty fine sight as always, but there were no marks or anything on it. I asked him what do you mean you've burnt your bum and he told me whilst drying himself after getting out of the shower he leaned up against the radiator; and with the central heating on it was kind of hot!

I guess I should have shown some more concern, I mean there stood the guy I love having just escaped an embarrassing injury and all I could do was laugh. I couldn't help it, the most bizarre set of circumstance I've encountered in a long while. I don't know what kind of logic makes a person lean their naked body up against a hot radiator and my baby has no idea why he did it either. Thankfully my baby, once assured he was not scarred for life, saw the funny side and began laughing with me; besides I made up for it, I gave him a kiss and a cuddle and rubbed his lovely little bottom better.

Not gone

The idea was to go out tonight into the gay village and have some more fun, it's the first weekend we've had off together in a good while and as they don't come around that often we usually take full advantage of it. But not tonight, due to getting back late from shopping and by the time we'd had something to eat, time was already against us. That and the fact we've tired ourselves out today, we're both exhausted and we couldn't face travelling back into Manchester, neither of us could really be bothered.

Not that we're upset by the fact, far from it, we both agreed and made doubly sure that we were both happy to stay in. I would have made the effort if my baby wanted to head back out and likewise if I wanted to go out; I guess tired feet don't like to go dancing! Besides, we really have spent some serious money already, we could have stretched the bank account some more, but we'll save it for a another night, probably Wednesday! To be honest we couldn't be happier with the way things have panned out because if we had have gone out we'd have been rushing around getting showered and changed.

Instead we had a leisurely tea, had a coffee, looked through our purchases and laughed at some of the funnier moments of the day; particularly in Next and Republic where my baby had me in fits of laughter, I still do not believe what he said. We tidied up and then headed upstairs and had the most fantastically horny and erotic sex which was not rushed by any stretch of the imagination, which found me in my usual submissive nature and which ended once again with the most powerful orgasm. I don't know what's up with me today but my orgasms have been explosive, they've been so good I'm certain they could induce heart failure; and despite me thinking I'm a great top after my performance this morning, my baby has just reconfirmed why I prefer to be bottom. What he can do to me and the feelings that take over my everything, it's like bolts of electricity pulsing through my body. Then it got even better............

We normally take a shower but tonight we took a bath, we took one together and shared it - a bubble bath. Now I've not got a very big bath, it's just a kind of regular sized one but we both squeezed into it and the lack of space just made it all the better. It's the first time we've shared a bath and even though we'd only just had sex it was a seriously horny affair - we washed each other down, scrubbing, cleaning and groping as we went; massaging the soapy bubbles into my boyfriends chest and feeling my hands slide across his wet skin was just incredible. I think we spent more time than necessary washing each others bits to be honest; I don't think either of us we're that dirty but still, you can never be too sure! If that wasn't enough when we eventually got out we dried each other off too, my boyfriends kisses followed the towel and trailed my body; for each part he dried he crowned it with a kiss. Dear me, he's just so sensual and so loving; he makes me feel so very special.

Now he's going through the DVD collection to find a movie to watch; there's a couple of beers left in the fridge, enough Brandy to sink a ship, the central heating is on, the lights are low and there's an empty space next to me on the sofa. It won't be empty for long............

Gone

Good evening Blogger world, welcome back and it's good to have you back; what a wonderful day it's been, just the best and believe it or not we've just got back home. Doing a time check it's just gone 6 o'clock, we went out when it was daylight and we came back to a fast darkening dusk, we are nothing if not shopoholics! I think it's safe to talk for the both of us when I say we'll never get bored of shopping together, of spending way too much time and too much money doing it; but we just have the most brilliant time with each other when we go out. Time just flew by today, we weren't clock watching or anything but it was a shock when we eventually did notice the time, it was like where did the day go?

It went on special memories of holding hands all day long, of stealing kisses, of feeling my boyfriends hand gently caress my bum whilst we walked, of talking, smiling and laughing. It's the greatest feeling in the world to be so care free and to find someone who not only helps to make it but also shares it with me; to see my baby smiling, laughing and having fun is like a window to the heavens above - the most beautiful vision before my eyes, seriously, without a doubt. If my boyfriends happy then so am I, it speaks so much of us as a couple when we find satisfaction in seeing each other happy.......

To just hold his hand and never want to let go, it's the greatest comfort, there's so much safety and security to be found; and it's the simplest of things to do but it means so much more than the sum of its parts. And I know I go on way too much about this but that's because it does mean so much, not only to me but to the both of us because it's a testament to how far we've come as boyfriends and also to how far society has come when two guys can walk around and show their love for each other. We both love Manchester for showing guys like us that we are accepted and embraced but we also love it for the shops.

Despite having shops everywhere you look and turn, I think it would be easier to name the shops we didn't go in today, there were so many we lost count! Even if we weren't buying we were browsing, if we passed a window and saw something we liked that was it, we were in there, checking it out, getting each others reaction and teaming it up with other items from our respective wardrobes. That's probably the best reason to hold hands as we found ourselves dragging each other into shops when we spotted something we liked, I'd be walking by away from the shop window and the next thing I'd hear a hang on a minute babes before being pulled in the opposite direction; and vice-versa, just so funny.

We checked out loads of the Christmas shops in the various stores and it just felt so romantic, it really did, our first Christmas together fast approaching and there we were browsing all the festive goodies. We got loads of inspiration too for various friends and family members; and although we didn't buy anything for Christmas we will be back, we're planning to set aside a night to go Christmas shopping together, when all the lights and decorations are up and try and clear up all the gift buying in one foul swoop.

What did we buy? Well, it's going to have to wait until later, suffice to say despite me spending way over £200 on clothes in the past week alone I still found the need to spend some more. That said my baby spent even more today, he spent nigh on £150 in Debenhams alone! First things first we're both starving and in dire need of some tea even after gorging ourselves on Burger King at lunchtime. I guess all that walking about soon builds up an appetite, we've returned home rosy cheeked and tired out; it's time to refuel.

Let's go

Okay boys and girls we're going to leave you in peace for a while, we're just about ready to hit the streets and shops of Manchester; I don't know what's happened to the sun by the way, it's kind of overcast but at least it's dry and mild. Who cares anyway, we're not looking for a suntan we're looking to spend some money, have a laugh, a joke and a great time - I'm sure we'll be able to accomplish all those things together.

Just before we go here's a quick photo of my new cardigan, which I'm wearing for the first time today; in fact everything I'm wearing is new, barring the socks and trainers - yes, I'm even wearing new underwear! I've told a lot of friends about the cardigan so I thought I'd post a photo of it so you finally have an idea of what it's like. I absolutely love it, it looks much better than the photo which makes it look kind of dark; it's not, it's real bright and the blue, green and pink hues in it really do make it look gay. It's a real chunky knit too and is very comfortable and warm to wear which makes it perfect for a day like today. More importantly my boyfriend likes it and thinks it suits me; and as long as I look good in his eyes that's all that really matters.

We do a lot of shopping and neither of us have seen anything quite like it, either in a shop or someone wearing it and it's also limited edition - there's only 100 of them produced; so as soon as I saw it well, you know the rest, I'm wearing it! By the way I'm laughing at a comment my baby made whilst taking the photo, it will remain a private comment even though it was very funny. Have a great day dear readers, we'll check in later with you all, in the meantime lets go spend some money........