The opportunities for Sir and i to get together at the moment are limited. We are just busy people, with lives to live, work to do and family to please. On Sunday, faced with the prospect of not seeing Sir for another month, i hatched a plan. While i wouldn’t be able to stay at His place Wednesday (i.e. tonight), due to work commitments on Thursday, we could at least spend part of the afternoon and evening together for some al fresco fun. Then Friday (two days from now), i will travel to His place and stay over even though he has plans for Saturday night and Sunday. I am all for compromise.
Sir got quite excited about the alfresco possibilities. We discussed scenarios for a scene, and were both pulled along by the thought.
He decided white stockings would be in order. As the girls reading this will know, no one wears white these days so that means ivory – bridal ivory i discovered while shopping. But who can wear ivory stockings with a black or red suspender belt? So I ordered a bridal ivory belt from a famous UK shop where people often by lingerie. This morning, having shaved in preparation, i hurried along and collected this garment. Then i went to my work commitment, which even if i say so myself went well.
The satellite navigation system in my new car told me i would be at my destination at 3.09, which would allow time for putting on said stockings, suspenders and also some heels. By 2.15 i had covered half the journey, all was well.
Then fate took over. An accident on the ‘road to hell‘ meant that in the following hour i travelled a mile at most. At first i thought, OK i’ll be a bit late, then, OK, i’ll be an hour late. But as time and very little opportunity to get closer to my destination and Sir, went on, it became apparent that this trip was doomed to failure.
Sir had taken the train, a journey of maybe an hour and a half. I had travelled for 2 hours in my car, then 3 hours, but always we were according to the technology always an hour apart and in the end we decided that we should both head home. Probably a 4 hour wasted journey for us both.
So, today, there has been no fun and games. There has been no ivory suspender belt and stockings, no sex on a picnic table, no picnic, no touching. Nothing but frustration and disappointment.
Sometimes plans are just plans and they don’t work out. Thankfully for us, this was the first time this happened. Plus there is still Friday to look forward to!