My wife was so tired just now she was telling our boy that "Daddy is rinding up the cock".
She meant of course that I was winding up the clock.
 I don't think there is any issue with my genital hygiene, I wash it at least once a month.

  So, I am going to use this blog as a bit of a simple personal record, sometimes for things which I don't feel I can say to others but hopefully I will eventually put some work up on when I get around to it.

  Today is a recovery day for me, we just had my wife's father down for a visit for a few days and it was lovely to see him. We went out on a few days out with our son and had a pretty good time seeing dinosaurs and riding on trains, we also had some of my family around last night. It is very important for my wife/son/father-in-law to be together for a few quality days for several reasons that I shan't go into. Precious indeed.

 So we had a mad cleaning session leading up to his arrival. I've been looking after all of our animals solo pretty much alongside collecting hay, driving to all of these places and carrying our burgeoning son miles in a sling up hill and down dale and the fact that my wife had a miscarriage about 2 weeks ago and the only people we have told is a few of my work colleagues out of necessity and a couple of her distant friends and not any of our parents has been tough.
 During that time I was having massive headaches, the shits, at one point I didn't eat for 48 hours, my old hip ailment kicked back in over the last few weeks from relentless driving, standing up at work all day and general physical labour.

 So anyway today I am basically watching Wonder Woman reruns, listening/dancing to deep house, playing with myself and chuffing a few limited pipes.


 Had to get it off of my chest somehow, and the slightly anonymous ether seemed the easiest thing :)


 As an absolute introvert it does get tiring all of these social hoops one has to jump through that most people simply don't understand. It is also pretty much the same for both my wife and our 2 year old son though I seem to be an extreme example. I can't soar without space, and I can't live without soaring, life is too hard otherwise.