Dear Diary Pt. 05

5

The next morning at breakfast Peter was like a child waiting for a sweet shop to open, constantly looking out of the window for the postman. Claudet decided to say nothing, even though she knew that he should go and do something constructive to make the time pass more quickly. After a while he got up and went into the living room and she could hear him talking, ah, he’s figured it out for himself she thought. Then she spotted the postie coming up the garden path and rushed out to meet him, hoping that Peter wouldn’t come back into the kitchen and spot him. The postman was about to speak, she put a finger to her lips to put him off. He nodded, handed her a parcel addressed to Peter, and walked off back down the path. Claudet was hoping that she could get into her study and hide it before Peter noticed – she did, thinking that if he could tease her then he should expect similar treatment.

Peter popped his head around the door, “Seen the postie love? I’ve been busy organising a man to come and inspect the outhouse to see if it is stable or if it needs some serious work doing.”

“Not a sign,” she lied, “but then he’s sometimes a bit later, depends if he has post for Julie.”

“Yes, and we all know what he gives her with her post, a right good shagging.”

“Jealous?”

“Nah, he’s not my type. Anyway, I’m off down the garden to start sorting things through, there might just be something useful in there.”

Before Claudet could say anything he was off. ‘Now,’ she thought, ‘how long do I leave it before I tell him?’ and started writing.

Peter went into the future studio and started rummaging around, moving things to see if there was anything that he might be able to put to good use. It really didn’t look as if there was, most of this stuff was ancient to say the least. He’d been at it about half an hour when he spotted the postman coming back down the hill. He caught him as he passed the gate, “Nothing for me today?”

“Did you a good hour ago.” he said, “Didn’t missus give you your parcel then?”

“No, she bloody didn’t!” he said heading back across the garden.

The postman stood watching, chuckling to himself, those two deserve each other he thought, she can give as good as she gets can that one.

Peter decided to play it cool. He walked into Claudet’s study, noticing the parcel on her desk. “Just seen the postie, he said he didn’t have anything for me.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.”

“Yes,” muttered Peter, “he said he didn’t have anything for me because he gave it to you about an hour ago.”

“Oh, that, I didn’t think it was anything important.”

“Lying minx, you know damned well what it is, I’ve a good mind to put you across my knee and give you a good spanking.”

“Ooh, Mardin Escort later darling,” said Claudet with a wink, throwing the parcel at him “catch!”

“Hmm, you’ll pay for that.”

“Serves you right for teasing me mercilessly yesterday. Now go play with your new toy.”

Peter went off into the living room opening his parcel as he went, finally getting all of the packaging off he opened the box and extracted its contents. He knew enough about such things that he would have to charge the battery, so he located the charger and the battery and introduced them to each other and to electricity. He also knew that it would be a couple of hours before the battery was charged, so he fired up his laptop and started installing the software that came with the camera, one piece of which he noticed was an image viewer, which he opened up to view the images that he had taken the day before – definitely a better viewer than the basic one on here he thought.

He had a quick skim through the manual that came in the box and noticed that he needed an SD card as there wasn’t one supplied, could he get one in the village he wondered, Jimmy would know. He headed of down the hill and knocked on Jimmy’s door.

“Hi Peter” was Jimmy’s greeting “what can I do for you?”

Peter handed back his camera, “Thanks for lending it, my own arrived this morning. Can I get an SD card in the village?”

“Yeah, the new guy in the hardware shop has started stocking them, a lot of tourists forget them when they come on holiday. What camera did you get then?”

“As you suggested I got the G7x MkII.”

“Then I suggest you get an 16GB minimum as you will eventually be wanting to shoot in RAW, and they’re big files. But don’t worry about that right now, just get to know the camera.”

“Thanks, I’ll probably be down for advice when I’ve got it all together, although I am going to try and work it all out myself to start with.”

“Best plan lad, you learn much more that way, and I’m always here.”

“Thanks” said Peter walking off towards the hardware shop. He eventually came away with his SD card and several other bits and bobs that he thought he might need in the coming days.

Heading back up the hill he started to think about getting started on the project, what would be needed etc., the first priority was to organise a skip, or two. He knew it would take more than that, but he thought that if he had two once one was filled it could be exchanged while he was filling the second without any loss of time. The thoughts of the diary started to intrude, it had been a couple of days since the last peek and if the diary was out and open today – well, who knew.

As he came in through the Mardin Escort Bayan garden gate he saw Claudet coming out of the house,

“Just off for a swim” she said, “talk to you when I get back.”

“Ok.” was all Peter said, but, ‘perfect timing’ was what he thought. He dropped his purchases on the coffee table and headed into Claudet’s study. There it was, sitting open on the desk, this had to be deliberate on her part, he was going to have a talk with her about it. He sat down to read the entry showing.

February 16

So, William has gone north, a job offer in the engineering service sector, right up his street, couldn’t refuse. Funny that, Peter’s old firm, and more or less Peter’s old job. And here was me thinking that Peter didn’t have a devious bone in his body – hah! Still it has solved what was a potential problem, but there is still the problem of that cow Sylvie who has been telling people that Peter has been trying to get into her knickers – hah! Peter told me all about it, and how she had sidled up to him in the Ship and suggested that they could have some fun, and how he told her to go tout her wares elsewhere. What she doesn’t realise is that he has never liked her, even at school, she doesn’t even realise that most people don’t believe a word she says. I can’t understand why it is that she always wants what I have, it’s been the same ever since we were kids.

Peter? I think that I am discovering something that I always knew but have never admitted to myself, I love him. I think that my idea of taping a key into a Valentine card with the message that you now have to find the lock was quite inspired – even though he came straight to the right one. The last few weeks have been something else, I have had the best sex that I have ever had, and that comes from the mutual respect we have for one another, I want him in my life permanently. I would suggest that he moved in tomorrow, but I know that would be too soon for both of us, but that would be a damned good birthday present for him in May.

Of course, everyone knows that we are an item, you can’t keep anything quiet in this village. This is one of the reasons that I was so frustrated for the ten months after I kicked William out, there was no way I could have a casual affair, it would have been public knowledge the next morning, or at the very least within a couple of days. All I do know is that I want Peter to fuck me all over this house, there is not a room that I want left sacrosanct. I want him right now as I’m writing this, but know that’s impossible as he has gone to London to sort out some legal stuff relating to his aunt who died – apparently more property has turned up that no one knew about.

Dear diary, Escort Mardin it’s just going to be me, my fingers, the vibrator and my imagination tonight.

Peter got up and went to see if the camera battery had charged, the light was still not green, so he decided to see if he could organise a couple of skips for the next day. This proved to be a little more complicated than he had imagined it would be, this was because the person at the other end couldn’t get their head around the concept of having a second skip to be filling whilst the first, full one, was being changed. However, they finally got the message that he was prepared to pay extra if necessary, that swung it. OK, now the project could get started in earnest, he thought about the ‘not a room that I want left sacrosanct’ remark in the diary, well, that would definitely apply to the studio when it was finished. He put that to the back of his mind and looked up some basic photography tutorials, to refresh, and renew, the stuff that he thought he already knew from years ago. After a while, and reading through several very basic tutorials, he realised that all of his previous knowledge was easily transferable to the digital era, and that the modern camera was a lot less complicated than he had thought.

Claudet came back in from her swim, and Peter told her all about the organising of the skips, getting the camera up and running – he could see by the green light that the battery was ready for action – and about how he had an idea that a small business selling photographic related stuff might do well in the village.

“I’m sure it would, especially if you could get Jimmy involved. Now about the spanking that you promised me.”

“Ah, well, I’ve decided against that, you’d enjoy it, and after what you did this morning the withholding of enjoyment is a much better punishment. So, off you go and reflect on your sins. I have some photos to get taken anyway.”

“Hmph.” was her only response as she stalked off.

Peter got the battery out of the charger and into the camera then went off down the garden. He thought that, as suggested in the tutorials, he would ignore the totally auto function and use one of the semi-auto ones before learning about the manual function, that way he could learn a little about the camera without thinking about the speed and aperture settings. About an hour later he had taken many photos of both the outside and inside of the outhouse, and all of the clutter therein – ‘all in all a good set of before images’ he thought. Now to get them uploaded. While he was waiting for the transfer of the photos he began to think about a desktop computer for the studio, and a replacement for his ageing laptop. He wasn’t too happy about the PC route that he had been forced to go down initially, his former employer had only used Windows computers, due to what he thought to be the overly complex Apple operating system. He knew that Claudet was a total convert to Mac’s, maybe he should have a word with her and find out a little more.