Monday blues.

Well it’s now been almost six weeks here in the UK and things are pretty much going as expected. I’ve been working 12 hours a day 6 days a week and the struggle is real. This weekend just gone was my first proper weekend of in a month and I cannot tell you how nice it was to not have to get out of bed at 6am. It’s amazing how much pleasure you can get out of doing personal admin like doing the washing and just cleaning your room. It’s all the little things that you do to make life go that pile up when your busy and make you feel like things are getting out of control.

I’ve been exploring the area around where I live a little each week and I’ve found that it’s not quite as desolate as I thought. There is a nice Japanese place where I can have dinner and a little Greek Cafe which does really nice breakfasts. It was also nice to do a full workout again on Saturday afternoon before I went out to do some underwear shopping for a new jockstrap and some Aussiebum briefs. I promise there will be a video soon. It was just so nice to have nothing to do for two days that I took full advantage of the break.

Drinks with friends on Saturday night resulted in a hedonistic night of Pup play which was AMAZING. It’s the first time I have had the chance to play in my Pup gear since I got to the UK and my first really fun session with a handler EVER. It will brighten your Monday to know that it was one of the horniest experiences I have ever had. I’ll be nursing the memory of it for quite a while to come… OMG so Good!

Sunday was recovery and lunch in Soho with friends which I had to leave early because I hadn’t slept all night but it was still good to get out of the house. Part of taking control of my mood is not letting myself brush of or cancel appointments with people who are important to me and it’s been worth it when it comes to beatingΒ feeling isolated and homesick.

I’m really struggling to find a workable routine for my gym work. The evenings are far too busy but I’ve moaned about it before. I’ll just say this time round that I’m just going to have to force myself to get in to it and hope that it sticks. My regular routine is going to have to be a lot more flexible if I’m going to make it work. It’s all about motivation, London is a hard city to settle in to, this is my third trip and I still find it hard.

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