Don't Move A Muscle

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

I had such a lovely start to the day. The Princess and I mixed it up and I called her early morning which was early evening her time. 

The Princess said she could tell I was more awake and "perkier". And this exhibited itself in a long chat about music from back in the day. And from there we moved on to pubes. 

It was established that the Princess would NOT shave my bumhole, if required. I won't lie. My feelings are hurt*.

I didn't see Caro until much later. I let her sleep in and then went in to check she was ok. Her back still ached and so I spent the day making sure she wasn't straining herself and...

FFS! She's cleaning the kitchen floor!!!

Excuse me while I attempt to stop her. 

She ALWAYS does this when she is unwell. Pushes herself despite my best efforts. Regardless, I heated up her therapeutic wheat bag and recharged her massage cushion and brought her food and drink all day.

Kitchen floor aside, she mostly laid flat. Not quite as flat as Punky here, but by the end of the day she was feeling a lot better. 

So it was a full on day. I didn't have to shave her bumhole though. So there's that.

S. 

* Don't even get me started on Supper Club. Harsh.