Thursday, 5th May
Martin and I looked at the
restaurant/bar today. The location is fantastic, close enough to
public transport, but private enough, with some garden with high
hedges, some garden more open. I can see why business has dropped, it
is a destination, one has to know it is there. The interior is tired,
like ours, and outside is a bit scruffy, too. The owner wants to
retire, he has a son in Spain who runs a bar there, they want to move
there. This place has a kitchen, which is old fashioned. We were not
looking for a kitchen, so it does not matter to us, but having the
possibility is good. There are some outbuildings we could make use
of, or upstairs, though I like the idea of having someone live there,
for security. He is asking a very reasonable price. I am going to
send Mr Allender to give it a once over, and we want to get some
ideas how we will use the building and an idea of cost for the works.
Then we will make an offer.
I am meeting my friend the
pathologist for a drink tonight, on my own. My hormones are still
raging and the wearing of the cb has made me want a session as a
bottom. I told him not to get his hopes up, but if he presents me
with a plausible scenario, he can have me for a night. I have also
contacted Master Sven, maybe I will even play with both of them. The
slave does not know anything, it is none of his business, at this
stage. I have set him a task for tonight, to itemise the kitchen and
sort things out.
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