Following on from my last post, G has been subjected to an unexpected melted ice-cream attack to which she did not react negatively towards.

I'm quite a practical person, logistics could almost be my middle name. So I love wet rooms, but short of that disabled bathrooms in hotels and then maybe large shower cubicles with rainforest type showers and decent drainage [there is a story about blocked drains somewhere down the line].

I've stayed at the Hoxton Hotel in London before, an absolutely amazing place with a bathroom like the last of what was described above. So G and I have some custardy fun though the main purpose for being in London was to attend Torture Garden.

Things have been going well between us, though sploshing isn't high up on the agenda. It's clear that she doesn't mind it but isn't in to it as much as me.

Recently we were having a text conversation, we were trying to determine who was the strongest physically, me of course but I'm not going to end a flirty conversation that easily. I suggested that we have a wrestle and she agreed. My response was, "I'll bring the custard" to which she replied that she preferred mud.

Now this came to me as an utter surprise, we've not really talked about mud as it isn't exactly my thing but it falls well within my boundaries of exciting messy substances and I guess that she realised that.

So now we're planning on a trip to the Bristol Splunch (will probably have to wait until next year given timing and weather) and a nice chat with MikeNomic about locations and practicalities.

The moral of the story? Be brave, share your loves with those you love - you never know what it may trigger. I'm quite confident that G would never have mentioned mud had she not known that I was already into messy play.