Decisions

Monday, 14^th March

The slave woke me up this morning with one of his skilful blow jobs. We are ok.

I am sitting on the terrace, in a sunny sheltered spot. I have done some cutting back of shrubs, and am burning the wood in the outside fireplace. The slave has one of his cleaning frenzies.

A reader who has just discovered the blog told me am I crazy I admitted to helping to mutilate a person, as a doctor. Well reader, of course I took precautions and we drew up paperwork indemnifying me. That is not enough you say. Let me tell you about Lasse. He was born with a cleft pallett, he was lucky to have had an operation to fix it, in those days plastic surgery was not that advanced, babies with a more severe cleft died. He grew up in the north, to simple folk. He had a severe speech impediment. He did not go to school much, and left when he was 14. He never talked much, as people, unless you are used to his speech, had difficulties to understand him. They thought he was “not all there” and belittled him. As a young man he came to Stockholm and found himself a job where he did not need to talk much, which was in the hospital mortuary. There he eventually met Per. Even then it was an obsession for him, too loose the ability to speak. Like some people deliberately want a limb amputated, it is a mental illness. OOH, you cry out, I knew it is a mental disorder and still did it!

You cannot judge when you do not have all the facts, I am only giving you a fraction. You would have to meet him and hear from Per the anguish they have been trough. He is happy now, that is the most important and best outcome.

We have to collect the car now and then we are heading back into town. Long day tomorrow for the slave.

Tuesday, 15^th March

I have been in and out of the flat today, I still cannot get used to the colours! I does not feel like mine any more. But I do not want to rush and have it painted over. I am considering moving us to the house. Maybe even rent this space out. Maybe Mats and Sahid would be interested. There is so much we need to do at the house, it would make sense. I keep the car there, parking is nearly impossible here. The slave feels more settled at the house now. We have our day tomorrow, apart from his usual driving lesson, we haven't got anything planned. I will talk to him about it tomorrow.

Wednesday, 16^th March

I went for a walk around the neighbourhood this morning while the slave was out on his lesson. I looked at it with different eyes. I will miss it, it is very convenient for the shops, go to the club or into downtown Sodermalam, but I had made up my mind. I want us to move to the house for at least 6 months. Over lunch, which I had prepared, I talked to the slave. He was happy to do it. He loves the flat, but he sees my point.

I am a person who does not hang around much, I phoned Mats and asked him if he wanted to take it, but he cannot afford to loose his current flat. If it was long term, yes, but just for the summer maybe? He would get used to it and find it difficult to give up, and he cannot afford two sets of rent. If an apartment came up in the house, he would love one, but not mine. I have posted it on the clubs website, and mentioned it on the blog.

Now I am sorting out my office, I should do this more often. The slave is happily in his cage, studying for his next theory test. And happy that I am having a clear out.