[Confinement J1] A funny day…

Just to change your mind a little in this singular period, I'll try to bring you a little smile and naughty holding a “containment log”. Not part of the trades essential to the survival of the species, I'm running it rather sweet for now ! I'm not sure I can keep up with a daily rhythm, but I'll make sure to distract you more often than usual !

Monday 16 March, twenty hours, Emmanuel Macron makes a speech I never thought I'#8217 d hear in my life. The tone used is martial, words hammered with force. Containment is announced for the next day at noon. Between you and me, it won't make much #8217 difference to my daily life., because with tendinitis in the heel of #8217 Achilles, I'm already “Confined” on the couch for five weeks because I can't move around without lameness and pain ! On the other hand, MrSirban to start first day of telecommuting !

Tuesday 17 March, there's a kind of #8217 apocalyptic atmosphere, whereas Coronavirus will not contaminate everyone and the #8217 catching #8217 is not synonymous with death for sure. The Frenchman is a bit of a playwright or I'm definitely optimistic ! Anyway, the measurements are taken for the good of all and the morning unfolds like my last five weeks. I take the time to read a Stephen King. I ordered two new books, they're due to arrive on Thursday : one by Jack Ketchum and a horror anthology written by French authors. I also take the opportunity to watch series and films that I had not had time to watch ; write articles on #8217 the blog (I'm currently writing the one on the scoreboard 2020) ; to look at and reprocess photos of the last two trips… I don't know how people get bored, I've never been able to do it. During this time, my man goes on conference call on conference call. I'll let him work..

I'm rushing to take the shower before noon., I don't want to miss the start of containment. You'll laugh, but I expect the Civil Security siren to sound or for a loudspeaker to warn us, screaming “Confinement Alert” or something like that. After all, we are living in a historic moment and we are all asked to stay at home until further notice. Apart from a flight of bells from the village church #8217… nothing ! Nothing… In fact, it's a normal day ! The sun is shining, birds sing, bees harvest honey on rosemary flowers and I'm naked in the garden.

My Aimé returns to work at 1 p.m. after an hour-long lunch break. I made myself want sirens blaring and I watch the series “The Purge”, season 2. It#8217 is more or less news #8217, murders in less fortunately. For those unfamilar with the synopsis : each 21 March, 7 p.m. to 7 a.m., all crimes are allowed by law even the most horrible ! People confine themselves to their homes to avoid #8217 “Purged” ! The aim is #8217 stem the violence. There are 4 movies and 1 series with 2 seasons for the #8217 moment.

End of the day, my man decides he's worked hard enough. He comes lovingly caressing my chest and offers me a beautiful erection. It's too tempting. I'm already disbarring him and reveling in his tense sex after I've got down on my knees. Quickly, his limb hardens under my tongue and in my mouth. It sets the pace for me. A few deep throats later, jerks tell me that he will soon enjoy. He offers me a hot squirt on the chest in a grate of pleasure. What a delight ! A great way to end your day of toil.

Finally, that first day of confinement just allowed me to enjoy my man more compared to a normal week. It feels good. On the other hand, I am aware of being privileged by living in Provence in a house with garden. I pity the people in the apartment who are going to have to undergo confinement for a few weeks.

I wish the medical staff a great deal of courage ; companies, businesses and sectors in arreas ; delivery employees, replenishment or cash registers… all these trades that continue to support cloistered people. I certainly forget about it., but I assure you that the heart is there ! Take care of yourself !

How about you, how this funny day went ?