Alas my car is bust, and I'm back on the trains. So it'd be rude not to, wouldn't it?
When I took on my slave three months ago, I knew that I'd have to lose him to the other side of the world for 12 long months. On meeting I knew he'd be worth the wait, and duly tagged him as my own.
He was meant to be away for a year in Japan, tearful farewells a few weeks ago and I knew I wouldn't be domming, or hugging my boy for a long time to come.
That was until he decided that Japan was a mistake, he didn't know why he'd gone, it was going to cost huge amounts of money, and he was missing home hugely.
He falls back out of the sky into the UK later today! Which is awesome!
Ludicrously busy at work I'm unlikely to see him for more than a day next week, but still.. It will be an awesome day.
I didn't have a huge amount to say for this post, more a little thing to say that I'm still alive, and that life on the whole is still perfect. Can't wait to see my slaveboy again!
Boy x
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Location:On a train near Gatwick Airport
