Like for most (if not everyone) this has been another week of crap. But I do feel for my own Birthday Boy Master more than myself and most. This week was his birthday. A special, landmark kind of birthday.
Now he isn’t one for parties or making a fuss. But he decided (after much consideration) what he wanted to do. Booked it up and paid for it. We should have spent last weekend in Budapest at a spa hotel. Instead, like for most we were home.
I tried to make Master’s actual birthday special, but I know that it wasn’t what he wanted. I bought a few ‘lockin’ type gifts and cooled his chosen meal. Later in the week we got into the bath and enjoyed a bottle of birthday Prosecco.
I left part of the cistern in the shot because you can see my foot and know I was there too.
My way of saying happy 60th birthday to my lovely man. My Master xxxxx