The sun and the salt air and the food are enough. I’ll wash up and go to bed.”Tuesday went as planned. I “did” my clothes; then Evans and I dr...ve the Range Rover to the Caltex and filled the tank and the cans. The oil and coolant seemed fine. Evans kicked the tyres knowingly.We all drove to Li Garden for a good, not spectacular Chinese lunch and then across the bridge to cruise various streets downtown. The trees were, indeed, lovely, but the purple was quite overwhelming. We stopped at the. I topped the mixture with sprinkled cinnamon and an ounce or so of sugar free maple syrup.Then I ruined it all by adding rehydrated milk to the mix. It was the only kind of milk that didn't spoil in my refrigerator. I seldom ate breakfast at home, so it was only a minor inconvenience.I had purchased a riding outfit just for chilly days like it was that Sunday. I wore thermal long pants under my tightly woven cotton twill hunter's pants. Those turned the moving air better than jeans. They still. I was desperate for things to return to normal so agreed to any condition set by the brown-haired con-woman, masquerading as my wife.The Race to 2000 Spanks, is a group of Twitter people who can each receive up to 100 spanks a day from their partner, and then have to "tweet" their running total which is then updated on a website scoreboard, as the people"race" to reach 2,000. Contestants have to vary their spanking scenario, so my wife had also lined up a wooden spoon, garden cane and a. " Yes, I'm sure you have but I'm his mother, we're not supposed to do this kind of stuff," Carol mumbled."Maybe not but that doesn't mean thousands of mums don't. I did it for all of my brothers and with my mouth as well and when my old dad was dying I used to give him a quick one whenever I was giving him a bath and his big old todger started waving about. He was near fucked but he could still raise a good hard on and shoot a bonny load into my hand."Carol popped a thermometer under Allan's.