Sunday, 13 August 2017

Ella's Summertime Meme

Life is good in Harry and Rosie Land. Ttwd is alive and well, though there hasn't been much spanking of late, as our younger daughter has been with us on her annual visit. She's such fun; there's never a dull moment when she's around. There was one dicey point when she asked me how I came to travel to America by myself and how did I know the women I went out to meet? She seemed satisfied with the half-truths I told her but that didn't stop her grilling Harry as well! In case inquiring minds want to know, Harry's itchy palm was relieved the moment he came back from dropping our daughter off at the airport for her flight back.

If you've read Ronnie's and Jan's recent posts you'll know that, along with Ami, we got together recently to meet our lovely friend Minelle, who was in London for a few days. We met for lunch, which carried on all afternoon. We talked non-stop and time just flew by. It looks likely that we shall make it a yearly event but a year is really too long to wait!

There's nothing more of note to tell you so, without further ado, here's my take on Ella's meme:

1. Name a tender song that can almost make you cry.
Forever Autumn by Justin Hayward. Gets me every time.

2. What is your favourite shade of lipstick? What about nail polish?
I wear a light berry shade of lipstick. Still searching for a replacement for my favourite 'Rouge Bordeaux' discontinued by Bourjois years ago. My favourite nail polish is Chanel's 'Rouge Noir'. Harry loves to see me wearing that one.




3. Name a children's nursery rhyme or song that you loved and to which you remember all the words.
I remember several but never had a favourite.

4. What outfit would you put on in the morning if you wanted to feel happy and well dressed? Something in which you think you look pretty damn good!
A long-sleeved Breton tee, indigo jeans and a red or navy jacket. Add red leather ballet flats, a red tote or handbag, a red coral necklace - and I'm good to go.

5. If you had enough money to buy just one, would it be a cottage by the ocean or a cabin in the mountains?
Mountains conjure up a picture of snow-capped peaks so, as I hate the nasty white stuff, it would have to be the beach.

6. If you are old enough, which one of the Beatles did you have a "thing" for?
I liked the Beatles but wasn't a great fan. I am grateful to John Lennon for writing 'Jealous Guy' which Bryan Ferry later recorded and made his own (swoon!). The group that covered my bedroom walls in the 60s was the Small Faces.




7. Name a smell that you love.
Harry has worn Eau Sauvage for forty years or more. I love to bury my face in his neck and inhale!

8. How often do you defuzz your legs? Wax, razor or electric?
I have sparse hair on my legs so don't have a regular routine, just shave when necessary, using a razor.

9. How/why did you choose your blog name?
I never imagined I'd need a blog name! I had been lurking for many months before I summoned up the nerve even to make a comment. I didn't have a cover ID then, so used the 'Anon' feature and the name Rosie, a nickname from my dim and distant past. Eventually, I set up the Google ID for Rosie Jones and the play on 'Roses are red' just followed on from there.

10. What do you like to eat for breakfast? To drink? Coffee or tea?
Harry's alarm goes off at 5.45am, which is far too early for me to be alert. He brings me tea before he leaves, then I have fruit, yoghurt and coffee later. Lots of coffee. Much later.



11. How many siblings do you have? Are you the oldest, a middle or the youngest child?
I have a sister and two brothers. I am the eldest and, yes, I was the bossy one.

12. What is your favourite salad dressing?
Honey mustard.

13. If you could sit next to anyone (alive) on a long plane trip, who would you pick?
I asked my younger daughter for help with this one and she suggested David Starkey, the historian, which is a great choice. I bet you all thought I'd say Bryan Ferry!

14. Have you ever gone shopping just to cheer yourself up?
No, I don't much care for shopping. Except for shoes. And handbags.




15. If there is one thing that can make you lose your temper, what would it be?
I used to have a door slamming, foot stamping, temper but I have mellowed with age. I can't remember the last time I got into a real paddy. I can get a bit antsy when Harry is channel flicking, though. I'm tempted to wrench the remote out of his hand but, fortunately, I've resisted so far.

16. Tell us about the best photograph you have ever had taken.
I don't like having my photograph taken; I am not at all photogenic. Harry used to develop and print his own photos back in the seventies so there are a few good ones from then. It's not the best photo I've ever had taken but my favourite is one our elder daughter (also a keen photographer) took of Harry and me in our hallway about five years ago. I have my eyes half closed and my mouth wide open, laughing, as Harry pecks kisses on my cheek. I look crazy but I love it.

17. Have you ever gone skinny-dipping and where?
Harry and I once went skinny-dipping with friends on a moonlit beach in Devon. We were carefree twenty-somethings then.

18. What do you like on your pizza? What don't you like on your pizza?
I like Hawaiian pizza or a plain margharita. I don't eat pizza often.



Thank you Ella for the great meme.

Rosie




Friday, 30 June 2017

Whilst the Cat's Away

Before I go any further, I must apologise for not responding to the comments on my last post. It was particularly remiss of me because a few people were intrigued by Harry's being out trampolining. He started way back in school. I don't remember at what point he became a qualified coach; he set up his own club in the late 70s and has been coaching in his so-called spare time ever since. Abby asked whether I ever went with him, which I did a few times early on. I learned all the basic stuff but when he said it was time for me to have a go at a somersault I was a scaredy cat and cried off. When gentle persuasion didn't work he lost patience and said I must either try or get off his trampoline. So I got off his trampoline and that was that! He was out again Wednesday night but, although he still has all the moves, his body is telling him it's time to stop and in a week's time he will shut up shop.

Back in the present, I recently went away on a fun-filled holiday with a bunch of girlfriends, leaving Harry and Bob, a builder friend, to kick-start the renovations to our kitchen. It is a big job, everything had to be stripped out; only the ceiling remained intact. The units had been in storage for some time as we'd been so busy and, in the meantime, I had changed my mind about a couple of things in the design. Harry and I went over the revised plan that, basically, entailed buying a new fridge/freezer and an extra length of worktop. The first hint of trouble came when Harry FaceTimed me from a builders' merchant, holding up a length of worktop that bore no resemblance to the one we had bought. He had taken a dislike to the original type and wanted to buy a different one, on which he wanted my opinion. He had three lengths already loaded for the checkout but, as my friends commented, at least he checked in with me first. There were a number of things he didn't check with me, not least that the new fridge/freezer he bought is about fifteen inches taller than the old freezer, leaving no room for the bridging cabinet that was supposed to go above it. There were several compromises to be made on my return, which mostly amounted to sucking up the changes because what was done was done. I'm glad to report that I managed to accept it all with good grace and no bottom-warming was involved in the process. There was the traditional homecoming reconnection but that was for fun, except for the part where Harry tried out a newly acquired kitchen utensil. Ouch!

My angelic disposition lasted only until three days later, when we went back to the builders' merchant for paint and tiles. I got distracted by a display of outdoor paint that I wanted for refurbishing our garden arbour and got into trouble for not listening to what Harry said to me. Worse was to come at our next stop, a furniture showroom, where Harry wanted to look for a new dining table and chairs. I wanted to wait until I had decorated the dining room, my next project but one, but that idea was met with a very firm "No." I let my displeasure show with a couple of snarky remarks and Harry warned that I was sailing close to the wind, giving me a hard swat for good measure. There was no-one else around and I hoped there were no security cameras in operation! The new furniture arrives next week.

The rest of the shopping trip passed uneventfully but in the evening, as Harry handed me a glass of Champagne, he told me to note its colour. It was pink, a rather dark shade of pink, and I knew my bottom would be stinging before bedtime.

Now that we are both back at work the renovation is proceeding more slowly, but we are getting there. I'm aiming to catch up with some blog reading this weekend; I've missed my Blogland friends during the last couple of weeks.

I also need to catch up on three episodes of Poldark before Sunday evening. Last night I watched the very first episode of Outlander, which has at last come to non-subscription TV in the UK.

If only there were more than 24 hours in a day!


Rosie

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Only One Word?

Life is uneventful, wash, rinse, repeat. I can't think of anything profound to regale you with so, once again, I am saved by a meme. I found this one a bit tricky, it's not easy responding with only one word:

  1. Where is your phone? Pass
  2. Your hair? Dyed
  3. Your Dad? Deceased
  4. Your other half? Trampolining
  5. Your favourite food? Strawberries
  6. Your dream last night? Forgotten
  7. Your favourite drink? Champagne
  8. Fear? Loss
  9. Favourite shoes? Red
10. Favourite way to relax? Snuggle
11. Your mood? Thoughtful
12. I love? Harry
13. Where were you last night? Home
14. Something that you aren't? Rich
15. Muffins? No
16. Wish list item? Longevity
17. Where you grew up? England
18. Last thing you did? Eat
19. What are you wearing right now? Jeans
20. Something you hate? Snow
21. Your pets? None
22. Friends? Enough
23. Life? Charmed
24. Regrets? One
25. Missing someone? Yes 

Thank you Terps for sharing the meme.


Rosie

Wednesday, 3 May 2017

The Antidote


I rarely have to ask for a spanking...






but I needed an antidote to a difficult day...






All better now.


Rosie

Thursday, 27 April 2017

The Invisible Woman



That's who I've been these last few weeks, flitting around Blogland without leaving a footprint, except for the few occasions when my cloak slipped long enough for a quick "Hello." I missed all the fun of March Questions & Answers and must have missed other posts too, though I've caught up a bit during the past week. I'm not going to bore you with the whys and wherefores. Apart from having my left wrist in a brace for three weeks, which  was a real nuisance, it can all be summed up by too much work, not enough sleep and life in general.

If you read my last post, you may remember that Harry was about to start a twelve day run of work, without a break. He had also started reminder spankings each morning and on his return from work - my 'double dailies'. A few friends commented that I was a lucky girl, which I was when he was working normal hours. But then came Friday, the start of the hard physical work, spanning the weekend and following week. The alarm went off even earlier than usual and, after drinking the cup of tea that Harry had thoughtfully brought up to me, I snuggled right back under the covers. It was a bit of a shock a few minutes later, when the duvet was pulled back and I was invited over Harry's lap. To my mind, there were two things wrong with that. One, it was a time of day I'm not normally acquainted with and, two, he was fully dressed and I was naked. What is it about that, that makes me feel so vulnerable? After all, the target area is the same. I went over his lap and he spanked with his hand. After a short warm up he upped his game and lit a fire in my backside hotter than he'd ever done before. He tucked his free arm around my waist to keep me in place; kicking was discouraged with spanks to my thighs. Afterwards, he tucked me back into bed, where I swiftly returned to the land of nod.

It takes me a while to wake up properly in the mornings so I wasn't really alert when I got into the shower and, "Ouch!" my bottom stung. That was a surprise because the effects of a spanking seldom last more than an hour or so and this was a good three hours later. I felt it all day and still had marks at bedtime, when Harry spanked again, relighting the fire he had set in the morning. Unlike the morning, when no implement had been involved, he finished up with a few spanks with the rubber strap. My protests were very loud!

He had to leave really early the next morning and didn't spank then, for which I was grateful as I was still feeling his love from the previous day's attention. He came home exhausted after a fourteen hour day and, by tacit agreement, there was no spanking. He was the one who needed attention and tender loving care. The dailies were made redundant and there was no spanking in the following few days. As the weekend drew near, I began to miss it but Harry reads me well. He had only the loose ends of the job to tie up on Friday and, after kissing me goodbye, he leaned in again and said, quietly, "Five o'clock." My tummy turned the familiar flip-flop; I love the frisson created by that promise of what is to come.

Somewhere along the line I took my mother for a check-up at the hospital and, all being well at her next scan, she will be discharged from out-patient care. Harry and I had a quiet Easter weekend together, recharging our batteries before spending a few days in the West Country with our elder daughter and her partner. We had been unable to visit for a couple of months owing to work pressure, so it was good to see the progress they've made on the cottage. Cornwall is beautiful in Spring, the fields and hedgerows were bursting with colour under a bright blue sky. My daughter and I took her dog for a walk in the dunes:







So there you have it. All is right in my world; I just wish I could slow down the clock.


Rosie 






Thursday, 16 March 2017

Home Alone

Harry has been away for a week on a boys-only trip across the Channel. Not so very long ago, communication would have meant a phone call or two at an exorbitant rate on a line blighted by static. Nowadays, it's so much easier to keep in touch, with text messaging, phone calls and FaceTime, all from a gadget held in your hand. It was in a FaceTime call towards the end of Harry's sojourn that he told me he couldn't wait to get home and take me across his knee. His palm was itching and we weren't even in the same country!

He got home very late on Saturday night and spent most of Sunday catching up on sleep and other pressing needs, so it wasn't until Monday morning that his itchy palm was relieved, by giving me a delicious 'just because I'm back' spanking. Afterwards, he warned me there'd be a reset when he got home from work. There's nothing like it for setting my world to rights and maintaining my equilibrium. Since then, it has been reminders twice a day, once before he goes to work and again on his return. It's no coincidence that he is working twelve days straight, which always makes me edgy. I'm not complaining though, I waited 43 years for that first spank to fall!

I went to a party during Harry's absence but, apart from that, life was uneventful. Luckily, there's another meme: 

Early bird or a night person?
I am not a morning person. I'm not really a night owl either, I just stay up too late.

Vanilla, chocolate or strawberry?
Haagen-Dazs strawberry cheesecake.

Summer person or winter person?
Summer. When the clocks go back in October, I just want to hibernate until spring.

Hearty breakfast or just coffee?
Light breakfast with two cups of tea. Coffee comes later.

Bright or muted colours?
Neutral, with pops of colour for contrast.

Pie or cake?
Cake, preferably chocolate with buttercream icing. 

Seaside vacation or fun in a big resort or city?
City breaks for sightseeing, seaside for relaxation.



Dog or cat lover?
I've had both but cats have the edge.

Short or long hair?
Chin length.

Leather or wood?
Leather, wood is no good.

Baseball or football fan?
Not really a sports fan but I do like to watch the Six Nations Rugby. England won the 2017 tournament.

Spa day or shopping with a friend?
Spa day with a friend. Better still, spa stay with a friend.

Live concert or movie?
Live concert. I love to see all the old bands. I've seen Bryan Ferry more than 20 times.




Wrap a gift with paper and bow or use a gift bag?
Depends on the shape of the gift.

Help build a snowman or stay inside and make the hot chocolate?
I hate snow.

Four seasons or California climate?
Four seasons. It's not always raining in England, though it sometimes seems that way.

Driver or passenger?
Driving is a necessary evil as far as I'm concerned. I have to do it but I'd rather be in the passenger seat.

Pyjamas or nightgown?
I don't own any night wear.

Bake a cake or go to your favourite bakery?
Bake a cake.

Valentine's cake for Harry


Theatre night - musical or drama?
I'm not crazy about musicals but the last thing I saw at a theatre was 'Chicago'.

Thanks to Abby for circulating this one.


Rosie

Thursday, 23 February 2017

At Last!

I thought Harry and I were never going to be free of the dreaded lurgy but, fingers crossed, we have recovered at last.There has been a fair bit of spanky business going on as life returns to normal, most notably Saturday's reset and yesterday's 'just because'. I have to admit that the reset was overdue. It came to a head on Saturday morning. I was out of sorts  and was poking the bear. I know! That never ends well but I failed to notice the danger signs until the bear growled. We had to head out for our regular gym session but he told me I was going to get such a spanking when we got back. And I did.

The 'just because' was unexpected. Here's how it was announced:


That made me all melty and the anticipation put a smile on my face for the rest of the afternoon. Harry came home early but I still had to wait until the appointed time!

Life is uneventful at the moment and that's the way I like it. It means I've nothing to blog about though. Fortunately, there are a couple of memes circulating at the moment. Here's my take on Lilli's.

Who's older?
Harry, by 20 months.

Who was interested first?
We couldn't stand each other when we first met. I was shocked when I realised he was "The One". It took me ten months to reel him in with my feminine wiles. 

Same High School?
No, I was at an all girls' school.

More sensitive?
Me, I suppose.

Worst temper?
I'm told Harry has a temper but I've never seen it. I, on the other hand, have been known to smash crockery.

More social?
Neither of us is really social, but I'm the social organiser. We would never go out if it were left to him.

Most stubborn?
Harry, for sure. He's generally laid back but once he digs his heels in he's as immovable as a rock.

Wakes up first?
Harry. I am not a morning person.

Bigger family?
Mine. Both my parents came from big families.

Flowers?
I buy flowers every week for the house and Harry gives me lots of flowers throughout the year, not just special occasions. These were a birthday present from the daughter who lives a million miles away.




Who cooks the most?
I do, by a small margin.

Cries more?
Neither of us is much of a crier.

Said "I love you" first?
Harry did. I still remember the exact date.

Better singer?
Harry. I can't sing a note.

Better driver?
Harry, no doubt about it. I can drive but I'm inept at parking.


Hogs the remote?
Harry does. It's a man thing isn't it?

Better cook?
I'm more experienced but he's more inventive. I'd say we're even.

Clothes and shoes hoarder?
That would be me. Not just clothes and shoes but handbags too. Handbags are my weakness.


Thank you Lilli for passing on this meme.

Rosie 

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Stop the Clock!


Here we are in February already. Where did January go? I feel as though I blinked and missed it somehow. It's several weeks since I last posted and I must apologise for not answering comments on my last post.

I didn't mean to be away so long. My absence was precipitated by a ridiculous thing that happened to me in the checkout queue in Sainsbury's on the morning of Christmas Eve. I was standing patiently behind Harry as he loaded our goods onto the belt - he has his own method, I don't mess with it - when I was overcome with a violent coughing fit and WHAM! Pain ripped across my lower back and I couldn't move. I thought it was just a bad flare but after a  couple of days I realised it was a fresh injury. I'm not going to bang on about it, once the damage is done it's all about pain management through exercise, medication and rest. It didn't ruin the Christmas and New Year holidays, the break just didn't go as planned. There wasn't much we couldn't work around, though I had to forego the traditional pink Champagne on Christmas morning so that I could get drugged up to cook dinner and I also missed being spanked to the chimes of Big Ben on New Year's Eve. 

Spanking may have been off the agenda but ttwd was firmly in place. Harry was extra attentive, making sure there was no slacking with the exercises and reminding me to rest. On the third day, Boxing Day, I levered myself up from the floor after exercising and managed to twist my left wrist in the process. I am right-handed but my left hand is the one that holds my iPad - disaster! Harry thought it would be a good thing to be parted from it for a while. I managed to dabble a bit in social media on my phone but it's too small for reading the newspaper or blogs.

It was frustrating not to be able to shower or dress by myself for several days. At times, before ttwd, I have chafed at being so dependent on Harry, pushing back against being mollycoddled, but this time it was curiously freeing to let go and lean in to him. He took over completely, doing most of the cooking and other chores as well as looking after me. Our elder daughter and her partner came to stay for a few days to celebrate Harry's birthday and make a shopping trip to London. Harry insisted on cooking his own birthday meal, firmly shooing everyone out of the kitchen. I did manage to make his birthday cake the day before, though.

By the end of the holidays I was starting to mend and Harry went back to work. A couple of days later, I felt confident enough to make the short drive to the salon for a haircut. Harry noticed the hairdo when he came home and asked how my back was. I said it had felt a lot better that day and he said "Oh, good," with a glint in his eye. I hastily said, "Not that good!" He just gave me an enigmatic smile and a pat on the bottom. 

After dinner we were watching a re-run of The Big Bang Theory when he suddenly turned off the TV, held out his hand to me and led me to our bedroom. To my surprise, instead of sitting on the side of the bed he carried on round to the end. He hardly ever spanks there because the foot board is shaped, needing a lot of faffing about with a throw and pillows to make it comfortable. He did the faffing bit, then tugged at the belt on my jeans and told me to take them and my knickers off, whilst he selected his implements. He was most solicitous, bending me carefully over the bed, making sure my back was fully supported and in no danger of being jarred by his 'attention'. He remarked how taut my bottom was in that position and I reminded him that would make it hurt more. I suggested he should start with feathers, as it was a while since there had been any hand to bottom contact, and recited Cat's wise words: "Wood is no good, leather is better, feathers are best." That was to no avail and I soon had a hot bottom. It was a much-needed reconnection for both of us, with a lot of laughter in between the ouches.

I've had no twinges in my back the last couple of days and am cautiously optimistic that it has healed. I'd like to say life in the Jones household has now returned to normal but we have both caught the dreaded lurgy (upper respiratory tract infection, according to a doctor friend) that is doing the rounds in our part of the world. It's been over a week since it started and we are  fed up with it now and getting a bit tetchy. That may or may not be the reason I have an 'appointment' at 5 o'clock this evening...

Hoping to be back soon,

Rosie