HP Sauce
25 November

The weekend was more of the same.

I cooked two gorgeous meals, a fabbity spag bol and roast duck in a zesty orange sauce with roasted vegetables. We sorted out the garden and have harvested the last of the onions and carrots - the latter need blanching and freezing. We bought some paint to start the decorating.

And we went to see Harry Potter.

That's all I want to say really.

It really is a class entertainment, very faithful to the books in a non reverential way. The depth of acting talent is stunning. There are some cute boys among the sixth formers if you look into the background. Also keep a close eye on the paintings. They do all keep moving.

And the whole film is beautifully staged.

David and Ross say go and be delighted.

Sunday morning I slept long and late. Well past my normal time. I was finally woken by a hand caressing my swollen member. Gradually, as I became used to that, it was replaced by an eager mouth slurping all over my cock and an insistent finger probing my hindmost quarters. Overcome, I gave myself up to his insatiate lust and, in a classic missionary position, was shagged senseless until he pumped me full of his jism.

Frankly, I'm thinking of changing my name to reveille; then I could be blown every morning.