I think we’ve reached an understanding.

Valkyries did ask me what I was going to write about today, after yesterday’s post. The truth is, I don’t really have a whole much to write about.

But that doesn’t mean that nothing happened!

I did catch the tail end of SAS: Who Dares Wins last night. I must catch up on that. 

Master Levi noticed that DS Jason “Foxy” Fox seems to be more the chief instructor in this series, which we’re both grateful for. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say I’m a little bit sweet on Foxy: he’s cheeky, grounded and a little bit gruff, the kind of man that I normally get along with rather well. I don’t get the feeling he’d let me slack off, but that’s okay – I like associating with people who encourage me, so long as they come from the right place and they’re ready for me to kick their ass in turn. 

“Admittedly it used to be more like the Rudy (Reyes) Show” I say. 

“You don’t say” Master says dryly. I shoot him a look. 

Actually, there was something slightly funny that happened on Friday, that kind of knocked into yesterday: Master and I talked about the new lightweight vacuum cleaner that my Mum gave me a week ago. Mum hates it, says it’s too “sucky” (powerful) for her. I adore it: when the robovacs aren’t talking to the router, I can vacuum all of my floors in about half an hour. Sure, it’s smaller so it needs regular emptying, but its lightweight nature makes it way less painful on my painful parts than what my old Dyson was. 

So Master joked how, on what was supposed to be my attempt at reinstating date night (that felt more like a “Netflix & chill” invitation, and he hasn’t let me forget that either!), we were talking… vacuum cleaners. He teases me about my pick-up lines, says “that’s not the kind of sucking men are interested in.”

He falls over himself, though, when he says that he’s used the vacuum twice. 

“Ahh, so that’s how you know how well it sucks” I tease. I think he thought I’d forgotten.

Also last night, Mr C wound up messaging me anyway. Maybe I have some telepathic link with him too? Perish the thought. 

Mostly our conversation is about how terrible Ai is for writing a story. It beats me why anyone would use AI to write a story, especially one that they planned to sell – most people can tell an AI-written story from a human-written one, and a lot of people will actively avoid them. I use ChatGPT as a proofreader, or if my brain goes blank and I can’t think of a word I want to use, but I don’t use it to write my posts. In my personal opinion, if you use AI to write your work, then you probably shouldn’t be writing.

So we ended up discussing the limitations of AI, especially around more sexual stuff. ChatGPT has never refused to read my kinky work, but it has refused to create images several times, even ones that aren’t supposed to be sexual but are created for a blog post that may contain sexual themes (like my diary posts). Mostly I get around that by creating a new “chat” and inserting my prompt again. That way, it almost “forgets” what we were just talking about. 

Mr C swaps from texting to voice notes and I sigh. It really frustrates me when he does that – they’re usually loaded with filler words because he’s not really focused on talking with me, he’s just sending me a reply voice note while he occupies himself with doing other things. 

But I have found a handy-dandy tool, so that I don’t have to sit through twenty minutes of “um”, “uh”, and “yeah”, only to learn that my neighbour will likely be in the back garden the next day. I installed SoundTypeAI, and I share Mr C’s voice notes with the app, transcribe and summarise them, silently and in minutes. No more listening to filler words and half-arsed rambling. Now I can simply read his point, and respond to that instead. 

You’re welcome, by the way. 

So after spending Friday evening talking vacuums with Master Levi, I spent last night talking… combi drills with Mister Valkyries. I know, it’s the height of sexual tension, except with men like him and women like me, it kinda sorta is.

Some men, it seems, like a woman who knows how to handle a powerful tool. Who knew?

 

First, I have to give Valkyries my utmost gratitude in this: two years ago I was involved with someone -.a Royal Navy man, oddly enough – who would mock me for all the problems that I encountered in my struggle to get shit done. The man, it surely seemed, didn’t possess an ounce of empathy – I remember the time I told him about the crap day that I was having, and his only response to that was “that sounds like a you problem”. Nice. 

Valkyries, by comparison, really cares, and the difference is like night and day. Here I can relax; here I feel accepted, supported and understood.  Here I can have a bad days and they don’t mean anything about me as a person or a submissive. I don’t feel bad about myself because I’m not made to feel bad. If anything, then these days I even feel quite good, because that’s how I’m really made to feel. 

So, back to the drill in question.

I spoke with Valkyries about it, and about replacing the chuck. He found me a tutorial video, which to be honest, only really taught me to do what I’d already tried to do. 

Bless him, he tries.

I tried a bit of WD-40, a joint effort (with Master Levi) and counter-screwing the retaining screw too. I even tried using one screwdriver in the top hole of the other to increase torque, just as my father taught me to do. 

No luck, that thing is stuckfast. 

So I’m regrettably calling time on my old Makita drill, but I did find a new Makita drill – sans charger and battery (which is fine, the battery from the old drill is compatible and in full working order. I double-checked the compatibility with Valkyries first too, just to make sure) – for under £65. It’s a spend, but you know, it’s Makita, and a man’s ears go up when a lady talks Makita. That’s now arriving tomorrow, rather than waiting a week for a replacement chuck that I may still not be able to replace. 

It’s a slight delay, but hopefully I can now get back on track!

So I think that’s these past 24 hours written up. And as for your question, Sir? Well, then I think my answer is you 😉

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