Being back to normal

Sunday, 6^th May

I did not sleep very well. I heard Ben get up to do his yoga. Then I fell asleep. He told me he had come to wake me, but realised I was deep, so left it. When he came back he started by touching my hand and stroking the inside of my arm. I was tempted to pull him into bed with me, but also wanted to see how he continued. He moved to my tattoo. He unintentionally tickled me and I had to laugh and move away, so broke the spell. He had a coffee ready for me, as usual. He was already dressed, just some joggers and a t-shirt. It is still quite cool at night and first thing in the morning. In the summer we both sleep naked, and he even does yoga in the nude. He said he had not slept very well, his pillow did not seem to support him properly. Ups, I must have put the wrong one back! I confessed I had borrowed his, to cuddle up to. He replied, that's ok, but can I have it back now, you have got the real thing to cuddle up to now. It takes a strong character to be so submissive.

We had breakfast at our table, it was the first time in just over a week that I sat there again. Ben wanted to write his report, he had made notes, but now needed to put it all together. I set him up in the office. He saw the quote from the gardener. He was shocked by the price. He still finds it difficult sometimes to relate to money. As he never earned a salary or had to pay taxes or household bills, he somehow does not comprehend what is a huge amount, say, compared to your monthly income. He can judge if food is expensive, or clothes. But abstract things like the builders invoices, he cannot really judge. And he is still sometimes calculating how much that would be in Canadian Dollars, then it means something to him. It took me a while when I was in Boston. For example when I was looking for a flat. The rents seemed cheap to me, and then I calculated how many percent of my salary it was , and suddenly it was not cheap! So I went through it with him. It is still a lot of money. He offered to pay some towards it. I accepted. He gets that amount in interest over 2 or 3 months.

Yesterday it had been nice weather, today the wind had changed and it was coming in cold from the east, they had forecast rain storms. We had a quiet day at home. In the afternoon I put Ben into his sleep sack, on the floor in the living room. He had looked through some stuff in the play room. I had told him to see if we want to sort some things out. Like, we have a range of hoods, still from Arne. Many actually made to his design by a local craftsman. He wanted to test one, so we put that on as well. I sat in a chair beside him and rested my feet on him. Sometimes I put more pressure on him, being careful where I position them. Sometimes I rubbed his genitals. The purpose was to get him back from his bondage nirvana. A few times it took a while to get a response, and I had to tell him to be vocal. I was reviewing my notes for my lectures next week. I had just been to the toilet when I heard a noise in our porch. It was Stine with Django, it had just started to hail and they had sought refuge there.

I invited her in, but then thought I better check with Ben. Having Django suddenly run into the room and approach him was not such a good idea. So I gently spoke to him, it took a few seconds for it to register. He was ok with them coming in. I told Stine to keep Django on the lead and introduce him gently to Ben. Actually, I had to do it as Stine was taken aback by the situation. She assured me the hail had stopped, she can go home. Django was lying next to Ben, they looked quite cute together. I suggested we sit at the dining table, then she would not see him. She agreed to that. We talked about work and my lectures. By the time she was ready to go, she had relaxed. She even went over to Ben and said goodbye to him.

I took him out about 20 minutes later, he needed the toilet and his shake. He decided we should keep the hood and use it more often.
He asked me to read his report. I made a few suggestions how he could word things better. There were some spelling mistakes. I left those for his teacher to correct. He does not write very well, one can see it in his blog. Considering he has learned Swedish for not even 2 years, he has done very well indeed.

I am working at the hospital tomorrow and then do 3 days at the University. I am as nervous as a virgin bride.