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There’s more crossdressing fun and chat today, with a quick update on what Sylvester is getting up to. He’s a very disturbing individual, you know!

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Amanda, Ali and Sylvester have popped over for a light lunch of cheese and the pickles I make myself. I do enjoying pickling the onions and some of the other vegetables Ali and I grow in the garden. The cheese we have from Quebec is also particularly good. And of course sometimes I run out of the pickles I make myself, and so I have to palm them off with relish.

I was just listening to Amanda clomping about in my kitchen, when I remembered that as we approach spring I am going to need some new things. First among additions to my wardrobe will be a nice pair of medium heels.

I also love sandals. Something that’s easy to get into and easy to slide out of. (Phrasing). One simply cannot have too many pairs of heels.

At only $39.99 these Peep Toe Stiletto Backless Slides Heeled Sandals are a joy to wear or look at. Patent leather and a medium heel mean you will have quality and comfort. You can buy them HERE.

I do find that if I only wear very high heels my feet, legs and back all regret it. However, a slightly more forgiving pair are always a good idea. I get to wear them more, I am in less pain and of course it’s a great excuse to add to my wardrobe.

These lovely three inch heels come in mens sizes and look delightful whether with a pair of jeans or a skirt. Now is the time to start planning your look as the days start to get a little warmer. What are you looking at adding to your wardrobe in spring?

This weeks news and a quick competition.

I must say it’s been a very active week.  So many things going on. We had a rather unfortunate incident this week involving Sebastian.

You’ll remember, no doubt, that Sebastian is quite an athlete. He’s really a very good personal trainer and also loves adventure sports. However, as things have been a little tough in that department, with many people not wanting to come and work out in close proximity to others, he decided to help of his friends running their bungee jumping business.

To say things didn’t work out so well is something of an understatement. Let’s just say that you’d think the war veteran would have mentioned something about having a wooden leg.  I can’t say much more about it as there’s a law suit and a coroners investigation and all that, so I should probably not touch the subject.

In light of the inclement weather some of us have been exposed to (not Ted Cruz, of course), I have a little more of a Mediterranean theme today. It may help warm you up if you’re in the arctic blow off, or whatever they’re calling this outflow of cool air from the north.

I had a very nice morning this morning with Auntie Kittie dropping off her handwritten notes for Max to type into the system. She’s really a technological dinosaur. She joined Ali, my Syrian gardener and I in my kitchen as we were having our morning coffee.

I handed her a coffee and she said “I’m just going to sweeten it a little,” and then reached into her handbag and poured a little whiskey into it from a flask she keeps there.

“That’s not really a sweetener,” I pointed out.

“It’s not as fattening as sugar,” she pointed out.

Well, it’s a point of view, I thought.

“Perhaps you can help me,” I said. “I just can’t think what I can get for my wife. It’s her birthday coming up.”

“How old is she,” asked Ali, taking a little of the date jam and putting it on his toast.

“Well, don’t tell her I told you” I said and told him.

“I would imagine you could get a concrete mixer, two rolls of barbed wire and several sacks of fertilizer,” replied Ali.

I am never quite sure when Ali is putting it on.  He seems in many ways to have adjusted to life in Canada very well, but from time to time I wonder.

“Ali, we don’t generally trade our wives for… a concrete mixer… in Canada. We are, of course, open to accepting most aspects of other cultures, but that’s not one that is generally very accepted here. When I say, “I don’t know what to get for her” I am referring to ‘what present’ to get for her.” I must speak to his English teacher.

But all this is not the main reason I’m writing to you this weekend. I just wanted to point out that I have an exciting new program for wives and friends who are interested in feminizing their partners. You can find all the details HERE. (  https://fionadobson.com/how-to-feminize-your-man/  ) Perhaps you can think of someone you’d like to share this to.

I’ve also started posting profiles of some of the people you come across in these posts.  I’ve put up the first, a profile of Bernard HERE. It may help you explore a few people in the World Of Fiona Dobson. I hope you enjoy these.

This week Bernard has suggested a free give away membership to my Elite Whatsapp Group. If you win you get free entry into this great and supportive group. You’ll need to obey the guidelines, but other than that there’s no catch!

So, here’s this weeks challenge. Can you name the type of rig on the boat in the video below. The answer is a six letter word. The first to comment with the right answer will win. You can log in to comment HERE. If you’re not registered on the site just register HERE. Then just post your answer as a comment.

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Jensen And The Lady Of The Manor – Part 5.

Jensen and Mrs. Sinclair are getting in deep.

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Sylvester wants me to suck his twelve incher!

What an eventful week. It all started with Sylvester, but then doesn’t it always.  He had a nasty fall from the toilet after a particularly strong curry. I have been trying to be as supportive as possible, visiting and bringing over things he needs while he rests up.

I should point out that over the years Sylvester has become much more than simply my mechanic. He is a dear friend and we often used to travel together. A couple of years ago we visited England and explored my childhood home on the Isle of Wight. Apart from doing a few touristy things, we did visit one of my neighbours who has been a friend of my since childhood. He lives on a neighboring farm and apart from the usual stock keeps a few chickens and rare avian breeds. I always look forward to seeing his woodcock, pullet and swallow.

And of course there’s always the fun of buying a few souvenirs to bring back to friends at home. Last time I remember we brought back sticks of rock for friends. I should explain that these are long shafts of hard candy about a foot long, often with the name of the place it comes from set into it. I don’t really think there’s a North American equivalent of this, much to the disappointment of dentists throughout the new world.

When I dropped off a few things to make Sylvester more comfortable while he rests up this week he asked me if I’d like to suck on his twelve incher, and then handed me a stick of rock left over from our trip. You can probably imagine how surprised I was. So many of my trips provide me with memories that will never leave me.  At least, not without a long course of therapy.

I expect it will be a little while before we once again share the joys of being squeezed into economy seating on an airline next to a fat guy that brought his own salami. I may even get to the stage where I miss the body searches that Jeffrey at the airport always gives me when I arrive back home. Jeffrey is the sweet young man that looks after customs at our the airport. The last couple of times he’s insisted on doing the search even though I was just picking up a friend returning from a local flight and had just parked my car. He really is quite familiar. He could save us all a lot of time and just ask me out on a date, but I guess he’s just shy.

But that’s not the main reason I am writing.  I have been so thrilled with the following I’m building on Patreon, I thought I’d give you a quick heads up. I will be putting the base program price up soon, so if you’re not already in there and  want to get in to the $1 a month level it’s probably a good idea to get in there soon. As I said to Jeffrey last time I came through arrivals, as he gave me that knowing smile and pulled his glove on, “you’d better get in there quickly before I put it up.”

By the way I Max has posted my latest story on the Fiona Dobson Patreon, which you can access free here. It’s a cautionary tale for those members crossdressing in their senior years, and it’s really worth a listen.

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