Almost an ordinary day

This morning Mum came down to make herself a coffee just after I had finished yoga. I think she had been lurking on top of the stairs to see when I was done. She does not like Swedish coffee, it is too strong. I have gotten used to it. She has figured out a way to make it suitable for her. She asked what the plan was for today, and I suggested we go to the market and just see where the day takes us. Owe was on a late shift again, and he wanted to go to the gym. We decided to have a day without serious talks. Mum suggested she will have her coffee, get dressed and then do breakfast, so I could spend some time with Owe. I accepted that gratefully. Owe was still quite asleep when I came into his room, so I crept into bed and just lay with him. I enjoy just being near him, even in his sleep he gives out this Masterly energy. He must have sensed me being there, he pulled me towards him and we snuggled. I felt as if nothing in the world could hurt me, as long as I am with him.

Finally we had to get up, we had a shower together and I used the opportunity to give him a blow job. We both enjoyed that. It was a little rushed, but he was exploding. I hope we can fit in some sex soon.

Mum had breakfast ready and was going through the paper. The leading article was about the presidential elections in the USA, and she was keen to know what the journalists opinion was. Owe suggested it was a good exercise for me to give her a summary in English, so I started to read it. Mistake! I got myself all worked up. Instead of fetching something to write and do it in an organised way. Owe told me to put the paper away and have breakfast. Which of course was sensible. But I do not do sensible. I was all over the place and Owe sent me out into the garden to gather myself. It did the trick, like usual. Mum apologised, we assured her it was not her fault. It is quite strange, I feel like her son again, we are developing our special bond again. But there is a gap. 10 years, and years which have changed me A LOT, are very obvious. I guess it is part of growing up, that your parents become strangers to you, and a partner knows us better as the person we are now.

I had to clean myself, so we all hung around for an hour. Owe read the article and translated it for Mum. They had a good talk about life in America while I did my stuff. Then we all went into town, Owe to the gym, and Mum and I to the market. We bought quite a bit, but then the shops will be closed for a few days. Mum suggested she will cook tomorrow and we bought those ingredients. We had lunch at home. I made fish! The trader assured me there were no bones in the fish, but I carefully checked anyway. I cannot help myself.

Owe had to go to work and Mum and I went to Ostermalm to the market. We snacked a little there and bought some stuff. She really likes the cheese and smoked fish. We strolled through the streets. Mum mentioned how elegant the women were dressed, she commented she really had liked Ingrids outfit. I said Ingrid likes to bargain hunt in the boutiques here and we can do that, if she wants to. She started to look at the windows more, and really liked an ensemble they had on one of the mannequins. Mum is naturally slim, average height. I convinced her to go in and try it on, and have a browse around. We came out with several items! The sales woman must have had a bad week, she was very eager, but respectful and did not do the hard sell. Mum did not want me to spend so much money on her in such an exclusive boutique, but I convinced her to treat herself. Most of the stuff in there she would have not the opportunity to wear, but we got two tops, a pair of trousers and some shoes.

I suggested she can go shopping with Ingrid, maybe in the more general store, and I will pay for it. She was reluctant. She said she had brought so much stuff as she did not know what the weather will be like, she does not have the weight allowance spare. Well, when we were at home I called Ingrid and we convinced Mum to go out with her on Tuesday.

I felt a bit lonely when we came home. Mum and I prepared dinner and cleared up. We were quite quiet. I looked in the paper if there was something on television in English and we did find an American cop programme. Mum went to bed when it had finished. I tried to reach Owe but his phone went to voice mail. So I just left a message.