... and the rain came down ....

Tuesday 2nd March 2005.

The snow, as it always seems to do in England, has quickly become rain, and the grey skies seem to go on forever. For some reason the Golem springs to mind. Perhaps it's the cold misty drizzle, the grey skies, and the London architecture that sends my mind wandering to a Prague before Nazism so cruelly and senselessly removed that segment of the Jewish diaspora that lived, loved and laughed in the narrow streets around the Old Synagogue. Mental note find a copy and re-read a.s.a.p. The idea of creating a creature from clay to release and wreak havoc seems quite logical today.

At the moment things are so busy for me - my job is managing projects so it involves paperwork, meetings, documentation, targets and that's just when it's all working okay. When things fall down well, you get the picture.

Anyway less about me ... As promised Kitten your instructions pour le jour.

I expect you to be showered and shaven.

Be in the living room wearing your 4” heels, seamed stockings, a white skirt, a black shirt and black underwear.

Have all the ropes laid out ready, along with the crop, the paddle, the blindfold, and your collar.

I will call when I am at the station.

Master.