Patrick Thompson

Our health hasn’t been too good for a few years and we’ve learned to adapt as the months & years pass. When we’re at home we manage very well with the help & happy company of some carers (care givers) and our family too. We have experienced some changes of carers over the past 6 years and all of them soon settled into our requirements & needs. Our present people are Carol, Claire & Shelley who share the hours between themselves and they always let us know in advance if any changes happen to their routine calls. However, Carol came on Sunday and brought another woman called Vera who was her supervisor it seemed. Apparently Vera had met Carol and told her she would be ‘observed’ on this call to witness that all was satisfactory and as the ‘clients’ had requested.  As all of this was explained to us I got a little angry, I felt it wasn’t correct to suddenly appear and ‘check’ Carols work routine like that. Also it wasn’t correct to enter our home with that motive without our prior knowledge because we would feel that we were being ‘observed’ too in a way that could feel uncomfortable and invasive.

I told Vera that we would prefer her to leave and let Carol attend to us as she has always done, alone & very competently. Vera seemed to be quite shocked at my comments and said she felt that she ought to be able to monitor staff in clients homes to check everything was alright. I told her that she could have informed us before her visit and although we are very satisfied with all 3 of our carers, it isn’t a correct manner to check on them in this way. Obviously Carol would ‘react’ differently if she was being watched and our comfortable acceptance of care from Carol was spoiled if another person was hovering and observing. Reluctantly Vera left our home and we could see that Carol wasn’t happy about this situation happening. She apologised to both of us saying that it was a rare but accepted method of managers supervision. After Carol had left us later that morning, I rang the office of her employers to make our thoughts quite clear to them that we completely object to having carers monitored in this way in our home, I said I felt that it was not only unfair to the carers it was invasive & incorrect to suddenly impose a supervisor into our home without prior notice, our privacy was being invaded and our personal needs were indeed very personal and not for ‘monitoring’ in this way.

I have just received a return phone call of apologies and assurances that this situation will not happen again, also they say that they will be reviewing how they monitor & assess their staff in future systems. We now feel a little uncertain with the company, but all 3 of our carers are wonderful and like friends to both of us now, we don’t want to jeopardise them in any way.

We enjoy looking after children of our family and they enjoy staying with us for a few hours, or maybe until the next day. There has never been anything that we couldn’t cope with, we are well used to all kinds of temper tantrums along with the hours of laughter & fun playing games. Our little friends Joanne & Jenny stayed last Saturday night, they are 7 year old twins & have more energy between them than I can ever recall seeing before. Their parents are members of a naturist club not too far away and they wanted to go and enjoy an evening of dance & partying. Up to around 8pm we tried to keep up with their need for lots of movement & noise, lots of screeching and laughter. Mercy came our way when they became tired and climbed onto the settee to cuddle their gigantic toy panda. We sat back in our armchairs and let out a gasp of relief which was thankfully rewarded with the sound of two little girls snoring! We gently shook them awake and took them up to their room, we had to laugh after they had washed and walked naked back into the bedroom, Jenny jumped onto the bed saying ” Just like mummy can you tell us a story, please”… we both laughed at their challenge but we are better informed. I told them “Your mum has already told us ‘No Story’ for you two, just about 30 minutes with the light on so that you can chatter, then it’s sleep time!”

Joanne cuddled her sister and looked very sleepy, she always seems the ‘cheeky’ one of the two of them, she giggled as she said ” We need to sleep now, the older people need a rest too, they need it now!”  I must admit the later hours of the evening were a blessing, I fell to sleep in my armchair and needed rousing at 11pm to go to bed. Oh how we miss having so much energy & vitality, having young ones here made us truly aware of our advancing years.

We have had so many experiences of people coming into our home and so many varied reactions from them. How often do people visit someones home and see that ALL the people are naked? Well, we always tell people before they need to come, that chances are we will be either partially dressed or just plain nude, the reactions have always been ‘funny’ or shocked. One person even hurled all kinds of abusive foul language at us and just slammed down the phone!  Recently we needed an electrician to come & fit a new plug socket in our kitchen so we phoned the same people we have used for around 10 or 12 years, they know us and they have done total rewires for us in years gone by. Two of their previous ‘sparks’ would often strip and happily work naked or in short pants. I told them what we needed and reminded them it was us & we would not be putting clothes on if we were naked. That was all fine and the receptionist assured me a regular ‘fitter’ would come.

Around 1:30pm the next day two people came to do the socket, one man who we have seen before & a young female!  I led them through to our kitchen  and my wife made them both a coffee, they both seemed ok with nudity and we started to show them the work we needed doing, the man “Danny” took off his t-shirt and measured up the walls just bare chested. We noticed that the young female was quick to introduce herself because Danny had just simply not bothered to. “Hi pleased to meet you, I am Paula and I am a trainee and I am well able to assist Danny”. To our amazement (and probably Danny’s) she then said “It is a very warm and pleasant day, your kitchen area is quite warm too, do you mind if I get out of this shirt & stuff?” For about 10 seconds there was a look of stunned shock on Danny’s face & just smiles on ours. My wife Rosemarie simply answered “Whatever makes you comfortable and you are happy, that’s fine with us.” Then Paula went to the bathroom and soon after she returned wearing just panties. Her slim figure and auburn hair looked very healthy and with an even light tan all over. She smiled and said “My family & myself have just had 3 weeks on a naturist holiday, my boss at work explained about coming to your home and I am so pleased to meet other naturists in this area.”  We were so pleased with her openness and her lovely attitude was a breathe of fresh air compared to many we have experienced before!

Needless to say that Danny was very distracted and not quite working at his usual rate. The pair of them chatted happily and whenever we could we joined their chat & supplied a little food for them as they worked. We saw that Danny had settled to working with his almost naked colleague and she was very capable of doing her work AND abruptly verbally stopping any remarks from Danny that she thought were just not needed. Just before 5:30pm Paula went to get dressed again, she told us that she had totally enjoyed her afternoon in our home, she was feeling very refreshed & just a little bit cold with the air blowing in from outdoors. The work that both of them did to complete the job was very well done, it was probably the best experience we have had with workers in our home. The next day we phoned the company and the owner spoke to us, he was so pleased that everything had gone well and said that Paula was a very good trainee & she had volunteered herself to come to us. He knew he would be keeping her certainly through her training and hopefully after she qualified.  We look forward to meeting her again, I know that Danny will not forget working for us, probably he will be the one volunteering next time to work with Paula when he can.

Jenny rang Lisa to ask if it was ok to pop across to see her, she had bought some new t-shirts and was really eager to show her friend. Lisa was always happy to see her neighbour from over the street, they have so much in common. Lisa did a quick tidy round and remembered to move her laundry basket away from the kitchen, she was about to put her machine on and clear a full basket, but that could wait.  Jenny came in with several bags of shopping and a big happy smile, she hugged Lisa (a sort of accepted greeting they had settled on!) and then she laughed, “I did think you would at least put some clothes on!” Lisa did a little dance back to the kitchen, “Well this is me natural & free.”

Jenny took out each of the six new tops she had bought and hung them on cupboard doors. Both women enjoyed looking in great detail at colours and designs on show. Lisa picked one and joyously asked Jenny to try it on, Jenny so casually took off the t-shirt she was already wearing to reveal she was bare breasted, Lisa yelled “Oh my word young lady! Now you’re actually not wearing your bra anymore, how wonderful you’re enjoying the freedoms.!” Jenny laughed as she slipped on a new shirt she replied, “I love the new feeling and Barry absolutely enjoys seeing my boobs so much more, but I just couldn’t be naked all day like you do, isn’t it ever inconvenient?”. Lisa told her friend that as part of a naturist family she had never really lived any other way, but sometimes it caused problems when you rush to answer the door and have to stop to put something on first. Jenny looked puzzled and asked “If you are used to being without clothes surely you keep something near the door you can just slip into?”

Lisa enjoyed the puzzled look from her friend, she answered, “Usually I slip into my dressing gown, but last Tuesday I saw the postman was about to bring me a small parcel, I picked up what I thought was my dressing gown, I answered the door and wondered why postie looked so stunned, then I felt a draft and realised I had put on my new shorty  jacket on instead!” Jenny laughed so loud and rocked herself nearly over. Lisa said “Yes the lucky guy got a full view from my waist down, I think his mouth was still opened when I closed the door, I took off the jacket and waved at him through the frosty glass of the door window.”  Jenny tried to control herself but seemed to be having problems. She took off the new t-shirt and did a shake of her breasts, “Did you do this too!” she howled with tears rolling down her face.

These two friends always seem to share laughter, so much so that they just enjoy any time the get to share. When husbands & families return they both go back to sensible ‘parent mode’ for a time. When Lisa comes to our home she goes into her ‘silly  mode’ and we’re lucky enough to share her happy nature.

Lisa was always in a hurry to get her ‘house-work’ all cleared before she needed to go out. As usual she did it all naked or maybe with shorts on at certain times of the month. When she got up one day at that time of the month she felt particularly unwell, so she decided to cancel her afternoon work and stay home, she just needed to clean the hallway of dirty shoes & boots that had just been thrown in the corner, then the carpet needed hoovering. As she had just put all the shoes straight she felt dizzy & nauseas so she sat down on the bottom step of the staircase, without realising it she fainted! A few minutes later she felt a hand on her shoulder gently shaking her, she looked up to see Barry her friends partner, he asked “Are you ok? I did call out your name a few times but you didn’t answer?” Lisa gathered her thoughts and began piecing together what had happened & what was happening now. Barry told her “I came to fix that leaking tap in your bathroom, I knew you were home your back door was open, are you well, can I get someone for you?” Lisa managed to stand up and steadied herself holding Barry’s arm, her semi-nakedness didn’t bother her & Barry was more worried about her health. She then walked through to her kitchen and got one of her ‘magic pills’ to ease her sick feelings. She went to sit on the lounger by her patio door, she looked at the worried Barry, “I’ll be fine now thanks Barry, can you fix the tap please, will you ask Jenny to pop over if she has half an hour to spare please?”

Soon Jenny was at her side looking concerned she said ” I’ll stay with you a while, I know how you feel because the same happens to me sometimes, it’s probably a ‘heavy period’ for you, that’s usually the cause of my sick times.”  Jenny is a good friend to Lisa although Barry was rarely around, he worked long hours as a plumber for a local maintenance company. Jenny smiled and said to Lisa, “You worried Barry at first but I think you’ve really made him feel good, he’s attended a ‘sick’ half naked damsel in distress!” she laughed heartily. Lisa too managed a laugh, as she began feeling better she thanked her friend and got up to walk around a little. Barry came back from the bathroom, “All fixed, no more leaks and on this occasion there’s no charge!” he smiled and followed Lisa & Jenny back to the garden gate. Lisa gave Barry a hug & said “Thank you so much, my knight in shining armour!” Jenny in mock indignation said “Hey nudie, get off my man, look for another to drape yourself on!”.

Lisa soon felt fully recovered, (apart from her obvious monthly problem) she finished her cleaning and waited for her husband coming home, today was his half-day working, which worked out quite well this time, she had a story to tell him!

When Lisa & her neighbour Jenny sat talking in the garden they were both so pleased to be enjoying a sudden heatwave. Lisa had gone to Jenny’s garden to look at their newly landscaped big lawned area & flowerbeds. As they sat talking Jenny said she was going to take off her t-shirt as the sun ought to be on her back. She was wearing a bikini top which struggled to control her breasts, Lisa smiled and said “If it’s ok I’ll do the same?” Jenny smiled and said it was ok. As Lisa removed her shirt Jenny gasped to see her bared breasts, “Oh wow! I never thought,  you being a naturist of course you’re not wearing a bra or anything!” Lisa laughed at her friends facial expressions, it took several moments for Jenny to speak again, “You look so well tanned and it’s fabulous that there’s no white bits on your breasts, I never thought about you being topless and I should have”. Lisa sipped her drink of fruit juice and enjoyed her friends comments, then she said “Come on Jenny give yourself some freedom, take your top off, there’s only the two of us here and you will love the fresh air on you!” Cautiously Jenny unclipped her bikini top and her big boobs were freed, for a moment she instinctively grabbed her breasts to shield them, then with loud joyous laughter she let them be free. “Oh that feels so weird, feeling the sun’s heat on my breasts is quite gorgeous, I hope no-one see’s me.”  Lisa laughed at her friends new excitement but also puzzled about her concerns. There only could be Jenny’s husband David & her teenaged daughter Kim likely to come into the garden, but at 2:30pm that wasn’t going to happen.

For about an hour the two friends chatted about holidays, about the garden, so many varied topic’s came & went, Lisa avoided naturism as a chat topic because she didn’t want to over pressure Jenny who had only just experienced topless sunbathing. As the afternoon was quickly passing Lisa said to Jenny “I’m sorry I must go, I have food to prepare and surely you are busy too?” The two women walked towards the house and both said what a very lovely afternoon they had shared. Lisa flicked her t-shirt over her shoulder as she stepped out of the front door, she only had to cross the quiet street to go into her own house, Jenny gave her friend a quick hug then realised, “Lisa!” she gasped.. “You’re still bare breasted.. you’re in the street!” Lisa smiled and said “Yes, so are you! I’m going across the street home to welcome my husband and son naked, so why should I cover up now?” As Lisa stepped down the pathway she glanced back to see Jenny trying to cover herself with her arms & close the door.  Lisa arrived home ok with only a nod & smile from another neighbour Graham on his way out. He just shouted, “Nice day for it!” as he got into his car.  Lisa had really had a fun afternoon, she began to wonder if Jenny and her little family were possibly beginning to enjoy real freedom, Jenny would certainly tell David about her bare breasted time in the large beautiful garden.

Lisa took her family to look at a naturist club about 8 miles from there home. Her son now in his teens wasn’t really interested, he was just along for the ride. Her husband Pete has grown into naturism since he met Lisa & her son, he seemed keen to try a new place. After being let in and shown to a suitable parking space, all three were soon naked & putting their stuff back into the car. Lisa and Pete walked towards the clubhouse with a ‘fed-up’ teen lagging behind, then they were stopped in their tracks!  Just a couple of yards ahead Lisa saw her ex & his female partner ! ! (Her son’s dad!). For more than ten years that they were married he just refused any idea of naturism at all. Now here he is…. !

Everything seemed to pause for around 30 seconds. The lad suddenly saw his dad and ran to him amazed… “Oh WOW!!!  Dad this is amazing… so totally out of the blue!”

Lisa & Pete stood smiling & holding hands, Lisa said she completely felt a cold shiver running through her, for years she had taken verbal abuse & some fairly nasty accusations, now it all just seemed unreal & somehow completely staged.  She nudged Pete and told him “Just say ‘Hi’ and I’ll speak to my son away from his dad if I can.”  They all walked forward and Lisa did a swerve past Mark and took the arm of her boy saying “You can spend a while with your dad, but I want you at the clubhouse on your own in around 15 minutes, ok?” her son agreed with a look that told her he accepted completely things were tough for his mum.

Pete & Lisa walked on to the lawns by the clubhouse, Pete said ” He was a bit stern, but his partner Lynn was talkative enough” Lisa wanted to hear what had been said but was partly dreading what her son would have to say on his return.  Pete & Lisa met up with the club secretary and went with her to the poolside, they chatted about the club and it’s mixed family range of membership, it was easy to see there was a good range of ages here and surprisingly a  number of teenagers all enjoying the pool and the lawns. The clubhouse was also very busy serving food aswell as drinks, although it wasn’t allowed to bring bar sales out to the pool area. Many people spoke as they passed by “Hi folks” was the usual friendly greeting.  In what seemed like an instant their little family group were back together, her son was back at her side. He wasn’t too fazed by anything, considering he hadn’t seen his dad for more than two years. He simply said, “Dad & Lynn are living quite near here now, he’s having a big party in a month for his birthday, can I go mum please?” his eyes grew big in anticipation. Pete answered for Lisa he saw she was struggling to answer her son, “We can talk details when we get back home, no answers here because we always discuss big stuff don’t we?”  The lad looked unsure, he looked at his mum, Lisa was so worried what this was all leading to, she certainly didn’t want any of her last years with Mark repeated, his temper was weird. She answered her son, “We have a lot to say to each other don’t we, you know we can only talk properly at home, we need to be so certain whatever we do.”

I enjoyed having a shower after my evening meal having spent much of the day in college & not truly ‘into’ the whole thing yet. Just washing off the days drab events made a whole world of difference. I decided to spend my evening naked & downstairs in the lounge, not really knowing if Kerry or Kim would be around. I went to the television to find out what was on when I suddenly realised Kerry was in the adjoining kitchen, I took a deep breath and walked through, she was at the back door looking out into a calm warm evening & wearing a dressing gown and little else! As she turned to see me she paused, she slowly smiled, then she said “Well Patrick you certainly look relaxed, very relaxed so you’re feeling comfortable here?”. I replied without hesitation “Yes of course, I wondered if there was anything on the television or maybe just someone to chat with?. I moved to pull out a chair at the table when Kerry suggested we go back to the lounge as she tightly fastened her gown. I sat on an armchair having draped my towel on the seat, Kerry sat on the sofa opposite me and smiled “I see you use a towel, just like a true naturist, nothing from your rear marking the chair.” she laughed. I watched how very carefully but with certainty she covered he knees as she sat down. “Is it usual for you to wear just the dressing gown in the evening or did you just shower too?” she hesitated.. “I shower every evening and then decide what to do, sometimes if I feel really exhausted I go lay on the bed until I fall asleep, yes I do sleep naked but that’s for my eyes alone!”

These evenings of chatter and banter would prove to be a very regular occurrence. Kim joined in on many nights fully dressed, Kerry wore the gown on most evenings, sometimes she was fully clothed. Towards the end of that year she did open her gown to prove she was naked underneath just once, that was a very memorable evening and even Kim looked open mouthed & amazed.

Story Continued::!

I arrived at Kerry’s house feeling really unsure about things, I had never lived anywhere but home before. I had always been so comfortable in the family home with people I knew, people I had grown & matured with. Being without clothes on was a natural part of daily life and it was never really an issue within my family. Now I was about to enter somebody’s home and hopefully make it my home for a full college year. The added difficulty for me was the two females I would be sharing the house with, I didn’t know them at all, I didn’t know how things could work out with my inbuilt natural need to be naked at home always!

When I opened the door and went into the lounge I was greeted by a tall slim blonde girl, she was very attractive & neatly dressed in pleated skirt & loose silk shirt style top. She said “Hello Patrick, I’m Kerry and this is my house, I know we spoke on the phone so come on in, put your bag down and sit down a while.” I detected a broad Irish tone in her voice, soft and calm. We sat on comfortable chairs and we talked… and talked, it seemed so easy to chat along with Kerry. We discussed the layout of the house and how it could work for 3 of us, the other person would be Kim who had already arrived and was ‘resting’ after a six hour journey here. When we talked we inevitably got onto the fact that I am a naturist & I very much prefer to be naked as much as possible, certainly at home. Kerry was so understanding and casual to chat with, she smiled a lot and she said, “Don’t worry Patrick I have already had a chat with Kim, we are both fine with you being without your clothes but in this lounge please wear shorts. We both like to relax here and we might bring college friends back here some days. Anywhere else at all you can be naked, be careful in the kitchen please. We all share the tv room at the other side of the main hallway and you can be nude there too, we won’t be having college friends in there.

I felt much more relaxed after chatting with Kerry, she said she often lounged around with only her dressing gown on after her shower, she said she had previously worried about sharing with a man in the house, but now she felt easier, having a naked man around would make ‘casual time’ feel ‘Very Casual indeed!’     Maybe you would like to hear more about my college year with Kerry & Kim ?  Maybe I could write more?

Public transport is well adapted to be suitable for wheelchair bound people, although particularly with trains there can be problems getting staff to give assistance. (If they are not told in advance about disabled travellers). A good friend of mine travelled by train from London to the north east, he had pre-booked his train travel for the first half of his journey because he wanted to stop off to meet an ex-colleague for 24 hours. When he continued his north bound journey he asked a station porter if he could guide him to the most suitable part of his next train. The porter asked “Are you pre-booked on this train?” My friend answered that he wasn’t pre-booked but as this train only had a ‘stop time’ of 7 minutes he needed some assistance to board. The porter then consulted his control room who again asked if the passenger was pre-booked. By the time the conversation was completed 4 minutes of the trains stop time had elapsed. Then the porter asked “How far north do you intend to travel, the first two carriages only complete the journey, others terminate at York.” My friend said he needed to board the train to travel beyond York and now he had only 2 minutes to do so. The porter took my friend to the first carriage and then said “I need to check with ‘on-board colleagues’ about suitable placement’. Needless to say that by the time this further ‘radio-contact’ with other train staff was completed, the train was leaving! My friend,(in his wheelchair) had another 55 minutes to wait, so keeping his agitation well under control he asked the porter “Please try to arrange a suitable place on the next train for me.”  The porter replied “Come to me when the train arrives and I’ll see what can be organised”  Sometimes life can be really frustrating !

When I was first invited to stay for a few days at a friends house, I thought how it would be such a great boost to my first ever “away from home” experience. Going off to college in another town at 17years old was a major event, I had dreaded the thought of paying for accommodation in a ‘bed & breakfast’ place. When Gary said his place was available to me I didn’t initially think of any problems, I had known him all through school & he was one of my best ‘buddies’ ever. I rang him on Thursday just before the Saturday I was due to go over, I got a female voice answering which caught me off guard, I said who I was and asked for my pal, the reply was “Okay that’s fine, I’m Kerry and actually this is my house, I’m fine with Gary inviting you to stay and it’s great of you to phone ahead and check things, I’ll get Gary for you now.”  It took a little while for him to get to the phone and I guess a million thoughts went through my mind, eventually when he answered it was as if he had expected me to question him.  He began “Yes I know I should have told you about Kerry but I had planned to phone you!” I was getting a bit angry at his attitude, I kept calm though & asked “How can you invite me to stay at your place for a few days when it isn’t even your house at all?”  His laughing voice sounded forced, he said “That’s no problem, I knew it would be fine, I talked it over with her and she said her pal Kim was staying over for 5 days in our other spare room too.” This story was becoming more than it ought to be. I had other thoughts suddenly rush to my head. “What are you planning Gary, you know you said it would be okay for me to stay naked around your house, now I hear it isn’t actually your house & there’s a female friend of your partner also going to be staying over, just what is happening Gary?”

He assured me things would be okay, but I still felt uncertain about things, I wasn’t planning on any ‘matchmaking’ nor was I calm at that young age of living for a few days with two females I didn’t know and maybe having to stay clothed all the week too! I was just on the point of cancelling everything when he said, “Do you want to speak to Kerry again, she’s right here?” I was nervous but I agreed, she straight away said ” Hi, I do know what Gary is like, he invited you & then I invited Kim over, we’re all okay about things, if maybe you want to be naked in the evening when we’re all watching tv or having supper that’s fine, I sometimes only wear a bathrobe too, it’s so relaxing and Kim is pretty laid back and chilled, she’s going to be fine with having a naked man around!” . That phone call made me question things even more, I’ll let you know later, what actually happened all those years ago !

When I got my first actual job, real employment after leaving school in 1966 aged 15, I suddenly felt ‘grown-up’ and more like a man & no longer a child. My mother had said over the weekend, “You are the man of the house now.” meaning I was the wage earner, the one providing the means to buy food, pay the rent, buy clothes!” . My first job actually meant me getting out of my bed at 4 am, I realised I was the only one awake & I had to get my own breakfast, make & light a coal fire, get myself ready to walk almost a mile to get a lift into town! In those days even the radio programme didn’t start till 4:30am and meanwhile it played a boring repetitive piece of music, drums & piano playing a rhythmical set of notes.

I was just about ready to leave the house when my mother got up, just before 4:45am she appeared in the kitchen and got herself a breakfast, we had an unwritten rule we all knew about since as long as I recall, for the first 15 minutes or so no-one actually speaks, just to allow for a quiet breakfast & for the brain to readjust from sleep & a warm comfortable bed where probably dream land made stuff seem great, to reality where it wasn’t so warm and getting all of the body awake and moving comfortably was a steady task. Just as my mother was ready to speak I was getting into some clothes so I could set off for my walk to the main road to town, she looked at the fireplace and crouched her naked self down to get warmed, then she said with a laugh in her tone, “This feels good getting warmed by a fire that somebody else lit. It feels good that you managed to get yourself up & moving in time to do all your things before having to go out, you are the man now, earning a wage & taking responsibilities for stuff.” I paused at the door wondering if I should answer or if I should just accept things, I felt good knowing I was setting out on a new phase of my life, I felt good knowing my mother was happy about things. I fastened my coat collar against the cold icy rain and looked back at mothers nude huddle, ‘… yep.. this is adult life!…’

After my dad passed away life got really tough, we were surviving on basic food & money was scarce. My sister & myself had to grow up quickly & we took any part-time jobs we could get. I did newspaper delivery rounds morning & evening, weekends we both helped out at a local (small) farm. Mother took some cleaning jobs in houses of wealthier people & she also did sewing, knitting & mending of clothes for our near neighbours.  By the time I left school aged 15 in 1966 (July 22nd.. a date I’ll always know) I was keen to get a proper full time employment. For some reason I decided I wanted to work in a bakery making bread! So my first job on the first Monday after I had left school started at 5:30am ! I had to get up at 4am and make sure my sister still knew she had to go out to school at 8:30am, I went into our cold ‘back room’ and began lighting the coal fire ready for my mother getting up at 6. I got a quick wash in cold water & with cold shakes & shivers I reluctantly put some clothes on, realising that now I was, whether I liked it or not, entering the adult world. A world in our location meant work long hours, do whatever you could to get something better happening in your own home. I realised how much we would miss dad, in more ways than I ever realised, specially when my lovely mother put her arm around my shoulder and said, “You’re the man of the house now, my little boy is grown up, you are Mister Thompson now, the man of the house.

When we were in junior school we began making lots of new friends. My sister was always the happy outgoing type while I was often a little bit more cautious & aware of possible downfalls. I knew that our home life wasn’t quite the same as most of our school mates. Being part of a naturist family (although the word ‘naturist’ wasn’t known to us then) was usual and great for us but I knew that some people could be offended or maybe even cause us big problems. Some friends we made in school were just that, school friends, and we both kept them just in school. One day my sister Lorraine told me that her newest friend Sarah seemed so happy & very friendly, much more than so many others. So when I saw Sarah I thought I would check her out, I thought she seemed so open too. We sat on a grass slope near the playground, just the three of us, talking about being in this new school & what all the people were like. I nudged Lorraine as I got to a question for Sarah, I asked her “Would your parents be ok if we just called at your house one time maybe a Saturday?” Sarah stopped smiling so much and looked downwards at the grass a while, then she said cleverly “Well maybe I ought to call at your house and see if your mother would be happy for you to come with me!” This girl was very intriguing and fun. I told her that dad worked most days until he got home around 3pm and because he was a coal miner he liked to go into the basement wash area & get a thorough top to toe wash down. So mother often helped he get dried & freshened up. Sarah laughed again and said, “Yep, my dad is the same but we don’t have a basement wash place, my dad gets his wash down in our kitchen, sometimes… well most times he’s not in a hurry to get dressed again!”  We both realised right then that we had made a new friend for certain and we would probably be friends for a long time.

Sarah called at our house on Saturday afternoon, she waited in the front yard while Lorraine & myself came out, as a 12 year old I was more interested in football than ‘girl games’ like skipping ! I saw that Sarah was keen to play indoors because she said she felt cold outside & her cardigan wasn’t keeping her arms warm. I knew dad was still naked & my mother had only slipped on her skirt so I had to be careful about Sarah. I asked if her dad was home from work yet, she laughed and said “Yes, but he’s laid on the sofa trying to have a nap & mother told him he ought to put some clothes on, he looks a ‘rare sight’ laid like that all afternoon.” We both laughed too, I told her “Our dad is the same now, he just came in from his wash and he’s having a meal before he gets dressed, that’s IF he gets dressed, mother has not quite got dressed yet too!” Sarah looked at Lorraine and gave that ‘knowing’ wink, she rubbed her arms as if to try and get warm, then said, “Well if your parents are ok like that I would like to go into your house to play?”. That became the first of many times we all ‘played’ together, either at our house or at Sarah’s, our parents got to know each other and they became great friends. We stayed friends and shared a Caravan holiday too, that is another story…. maybe?

Those of you who have read my blogs in the past years on here, will know that I have lived my entire 67 years as a naturist. I am blessed with a naturist family although we never had our own children. (not for the want of trying!). We have a loving family, amazing friends & a support team which includes carers (care givers) and our National Health Service doctors & nursing staff. I occasionally write here to relate some of the stories of my life, maybe going back to my childhood days that I shared with my late sister & just amazing parents.  As a family who were raised as naturists, although that word wasn’t actually known to us, we shared a kind of love & mutual respect that I think is rare in most family’s now. Here is a brief story of just one time in my childhood.

When I had to move up into senior school I wasn’t too worried about the school, but I was leaving my sister behind in a juniors school, we just hadn’t been apart from each other since the day she was born. I moved into the new school with a few friends from earlier days and we all felt fairly contented although the actual school buildings seemed maze like and so big! We took the first week just finding our way about the place. One day soon after the big move we had a P.E. afternoon (Physical Education) where boys and girls were segregated by changing rooms that were at opposite ends of a long narrow building and sports fields that had mesh fencing to separate us from each other. As we changed from uniforms into white gym kit we were directly told by the teacher to ” .. be discreet and change underwear too, making that change ‘privately’?..”  Of course my friends knew that wasn’t likely with me, so as soon as I had got naked I was pushed out into the general changing rooms area. I saw the teacher standing with his female colleague a few yards away so calmly I walked over to them and said quietly, “I think I have been locked out accidently, I don’t mind too much but my clothes are in there and I will need them eventually to go home, is that ok?”  To say ‘Hell let loose’ is understating things, the female teacher yelled out in shock and covered her eyes!! the male teacher yelled “Go back over to the changing area now!” he spun me round and marched me back there, only to find 20 other young teenagers standing in a row all naked !

More will follow, another time maybe… if requested.

A naturist friend of ours told us the following tale.
Calling at the homes of customers to repair electrical appliances can be dull & tedious at times, but once in a while a really good day comes around & I see happy friendly people, the jobs go well & everyone is pleased at the outcomes. On one such happy day I began my afternoon calls to an address in an apartment block to fix an iron, a quick job I thought and possibly not the best paying one of the day. I rang the doorbell and almost instantly it was opened by a young lad in just shorts, he pointed through a doorway to what looked like a kitchen before he yelled very loudly “MOTHER… The man you rang for is here !”. I tried to adjust my hearing back to normal. The kitchen area was very untidy and two younger children around 5 years old played on the floor, one had a long pyjama jacket on, the other was naked! I paused, not wanting to move on until an adult was present. Within a couple of minutes a slender dark haired woman came in, she pointed at the iron on the unit, she spoke quietly, “It’s fucked!” I noticed she wore only a bathrobe hanging loosely opened and nothing else. I went over to the iron and guessed that apart from several dishes & cups unwashed in the sink, two unwashed kids on the floor & the general ‘mess’ of the place, this family wasn’t really working very well. I lifted the iron to see that the wiring into the iron were probably more ‘bare’ than the kids or there mother. It was obviously burnt out mainly due to neglect and bad usage. I told the woman that the iron wasn’t fit to repair and it would be wiser & cheaper to buy another. While I waited for an answer, or an insult, a man came into the kitchen totally naked apart from his socks! He had apparently heard what I had said. “Can’t you mend the fucking iron?” he grumbled, “Is it knackered?” he asked. I stepped over child & toys towards the door and made my way to the front door. I turned and repeated “It is beyond repair, it would be better & safer to get another one.” As I opened the door I added “I won’t charge anything, not even call out fee, just be safe please.” As I stepped out onto the corridor I felt a piece of wet cloth material hit my neck and the woman shouted “Cheeky bastard, we can afford a new iron, we don’t need your charity!” I waited a yard or two away from the open door, the young lad who had originally opened the door to me came out, now naked too, he held out some coins which I took off him and he ran indoors as the door banged closed. The coins totalled just under £2:50p.. so I smiled, kicked the wet cloth away and thought… there are some weird nudists around, ain’t there !

My usual days ( & weeks) in the last 2 or 3 years have been spent mostly in our own home. Not that I’m complaining, We have a lovely apartment with a reasonable 2nd floor view across the west of our city. We have a caring sharing family & a great team of carers (care givers) to help us physically manage our mobility & other issues. We live basically naked and only occasionally put any form of clothing on when we are staying indoors. We do from time to time get visits from people we have known for years and they too are mainly naturists too. A young woman has been popping in at least once a week since last November as a sort of news messenger from a club we used to visit, also to reminisce about past holidays we have shared with her parents way back when she was in her early teen years. Although we have usually been naked when she has called by she never really made any attempt to undress or suggest that she might until she came last Friday. She took off her coat & shoes as always and she handed me a small photo album of holiday images from her last 10 years or so, I took it through to the lounge window area so I could see it more clearly. I did get engrossed in photo’s and memories, I half caught a glimpse of coffee being poured behind me, I turned to see if a coffee was being poured for me, to my amazement I saw our visitor was naked. She was chattering away as usual and laughed when I returned her collection of holiday memories. We sat and talked for about 45 minutes until she decided it was time for her to leave, what she did next totally stunned me. She gathered her clothes and neatly folded them into a bag, then she put on her thigh length coat and fastened the belt and two central buttons. She must have noticed that we both were stunned silent, she said nothing, unusually, and walked out to her car as she turned to get into her car she gave us a wave and a smile, she flicked the hem of her coat to show us her bare thigh, then calmly she drove away !
We normally would get a phone call from her approximately half an hour after she left us, this time we didn’t. So we are worried that she hasn’t phoned us, we are worried that she drove away almost naked, we are thinking we ought to contact her parents to enquire about if she got home ok, but if we do should we mention what she was (or was not ) wearing when she went from us? She could come on Friday of this week… then what ?

Our niece Lisa has decided that her new house will be a naturist house. She lived with us from being 4 years old and so she has only known daily life without clothes, she hated getting dressed to go anywhere outside of our house. Now she is married and has a teenaged son, her husband is new to naturism and has accepted the life 100%. Lisa has experienced all of our ‘problems’ dealing with people who come into our home and our lifestyle. She agrees that it does take a lot of ‘bravery’ or ‘commitment’ to staying naked at home when other people may visit. (Perhaps she worries about times being alone at home, but she is strong and sensible.) She had her son with her (both were nude) on Christmas Eve when a parcel delivery woman came to the door, Lisa put on a hip length wrap and opened the door, the delivery woman looked slightly stunned but asked if she could place the parcel indoors on a hallway table, as she did so she noticed the naked lad stood inside the lounge, then as Lisa signed for the parcel her nudity was obvious too. The deliverer smiled as she stepped from the house and said “The wrap is a good idea, if you choose nudity at home” . That made Lisa feel better but then she recalled how many times we have answered the door totally naked, for a while her thoughts were mixed, then she resolved that as an often ‘lone female at home’ it was better to put something on when answering the door. She has however also decided with her husband & son that whenever they choose to be naked at home that is fine, even when other people come. As we all agree naked is natural, other people may have a problem with it, but maybe we can help them with THEIR problem !

When I had my 18th birthday (many years ago, very many!) I didn’t have any kind of party or even anyone telling me I was now an adult. In fact I think I got a few cards that had something about ‘key of the door’ and maybe ‘now you are a young man’ but they were the nearest reference to any change of outlook or status in society. I was one of those young lads who always looked much older than my years anyway, I was actually asked to pay full fare on a bus when I was 13 !
What does spring back into my mind about becoming 18 was that two days later on the Saturday I just felt that I needed to ‘get-away’ for a couple of days and have a break at the coast. I knew a friend who had a caravan that needed a clean out before the summer season started, so when I told my sister Lorraine that I was going to be away at Barry’s van she insisted on coming with me, “after all you’ll need a woman’s touch with that cleaning and tidying” she told me. Lorraine and I did spend lots of time together, we were 18 months apart in age but we were more like twins in reality. When mother heard of my plans she actually insisted that we both went together saying ” Just remember, it isn’t a naturist place so just be careful whenever you’re naked”. We laughed at the thoughts of other ‘Vanners’ there cleaning and suddenly seeing two teenagers naked in a caravan, their minds would create all kinds of stories and probably have Police there before anything ‘shameful’ had happened!
When we set to actually ‘dusting & polishing’ all of the laminated places and shelving units, we had stripped down to just shorts, Lorraine laughed about her young breasts getting an ‘airing’ and feeling the coastal breezes. There didn’t seem to be many people around, in fact it was maybe 800 yards to the nearest van receiving similar cleaning. At late afternoon we both decided to lay out on loungers and get the last few hours of sun. We had seen cars leave taking the nearest folk away and the place felt deserted. I took off my shorts & so did ‘sis’. For about an hour and 15 mins we just lay silently taking the evening air. Then I felt a slight chill and decided to make coffee, as I came back out of the van, still naked, I handed a coffee to Lorraine who was just putting her shorts back on. Then I saw her.. a quite large rotund woman, hands on hips & dressed as if ready for a torrential rain storm. We all stood motionless for maybe 15 seconds before the woman spoke, “I have been here all day, I’ve watched you all day…..” she moved in short but definite strides around both of us as if doing an inspection, for once I actually felt eyes staring at my buttocks! Then she said “… I have been so happy watching you, I just wished that I had such youth & openness, you have taken chances being undressed like that but good for you!” As she walked to the front of us she continued and strode slowly, purposefully towards a car parked down the track. We laughed, we sat eating sandwiches & drinking coffee, that was actually the best part of my 18th birthday time.

We often have people coming into our home on a daily basis. The majority are either care workers (care givers?) who attend our individual medical conditions & medications. They are a wonderful & dedicated trio of women and they (in turn) come in here like entering their own homes. Wonderful people!! We also have family people who are not only the very centre of our lives & so loved, they too are naturists! We also have some really nice neighbours who socially like to pop in and visit us at least once per week. So though our own mobility is a big issue with us we do have a very comfortable daily life at home.  One of our neighbours (Nell) popped round to see us yesterday with a 4 year old great grandson, she seemed to be in an anxious state and gratefully accepted a cup of coffee and a comfy armchair, the boy sat calmly on the floor looking through a selection of books we keep handy for small children. Nell told us that she was looking after the youngster for a full day and was really loving having him with her, but, a problem had come up, she needed to go to a clinic for an important blood test result and she felt she couldn’t take the boy with her, she asked if we could look after him for around an hour or possibly slightly more. Obviously we are willing to help, anyone in an awkward spot, but we needed to be sure that the boys parents would be ok having their son left in a “Nude Household” when possibly other people could come in and take off their clothes?  Nell began to smile, then actually laugh, she said that the lads mother had only said herself a few days ago that she would love to have that confidence to be naked at home all day, she apparently really thinks that we have a lovely warm lifestyle & in a small way she is ‘jealous’ of what we have, the open & comfortable way of life that is so well accepted where you could well understand objections and critiques from all around.

So, we did have the young chap for around 50minutes and he totally enjoyed his visit. His only comment that we attributed to our nakedness was “Why do you wobble everywhere when you’re moving”?

Friends came to stay last weekend, a lovely couple that we’ve known for about 20 years and daughter of theirs that has recently got divorced. Jack & Brenda were very soon undressed and settled down as we sat down to lunch, Colleen wasn’t ready yet to get naked, she had some confidence issues that were the result of a very angry & bitter marriage. She had put on quite a few extra pounds in the last 6 years and she just felt ‘down’. Through lunch we all chatted and caught up with many things that had happened through our many years, some about the time when four women at the club were all pregnant at the same time including Brenda. Colleen was the baby that came from that time, she was amazed to know that she was one of four youngsters that actually spent the majority of their early years naked, not only that, they just about spent a large part of their time ‘playing’ around the 26 acre site and doing ‘explorer’ games visiting other folk who lived at the grounds almost permanently.

As lunch ended, the laughter & stories carried on, we enjoyed bringing many memories back to life & sharing many tears of laughter. Colleen told us about a boy that she really liked through her teen years and always tried to be anywhere he was when we all enjoyed summer breaks. As the afternoon wore on we lounged on our patio catching some surprise rays of sun, then we noticed Colleen was looking through our photo albums  sat at the table alone. When she went indoors for a while alone, Brenda said that she had seen how Colleen was actually laughing so much more this afternoon than she had done for many months. Her ex-husband had been verbally cruel and mocking, he was a fitness fanatic and went for many hours at the Gym or at ‘Body building shows’ around the county. Colleen was always more reserved and didn’t like all that travel & the posing people who not only exercised beyond safe limits but also used various pills and drinks they had bought off the internet. Almost as a rebellion Colleen began overeating and not caring too much about extra pounds she was gaining. The divorce was painful for her but as she had to admit it was totally inevitable. Her ex-husband moved to another county and cruelly kept sending Colleen photo’s of himself at body building shows with an equally muscled woman by his side. When the divorce was final he actually sent her a wedding invitation with a large red X marked across it.

We sat drinking some wine by a roaring fire (still naked) as we saw Colleen re-join us, she had gotten undressed but kept her panties on, she went and sat on the couch and helped herself to a large glass of wine. After she had drank almost half of it in one gulp she said, “No more regrets or recriminations, no more recalling bad days & tears, the rest of life starts here! right here, right now, pass the chocolates I feel I need a reward.” I went forward to her, I leant forward and kissed her forehead, I told her “We accept everyone for the person they are, we don’t worry about looks & appearances, what you have in your heart & soul is what we see, it shines from your eyes”!

Three days later they all left, having really enjoyed being with us and meeting some of our friends & neighbours, they had to be reminded to put clothes on as they began to leave, the smiles & happiness of all 3 of them almost lit up the dusk laden streets. We’ll all meet up again in a few months time, we’ll travel to see them at their home in the countryside.

If you read my last blog about the promotion offer that Lisa got, maybe you’re interested in what decision she came to? Well let me tell you that she said that she just couldn’t decide all alone, she asked each one of us separately & privately to give her our own  honest & direct solution to her mind blowing options. She took time to listen to so many people but mainly us, her family & her heart sharers.  Although she has 2 more days to go she is giving her CEO her answer today.

She has decided to stay right where she is, for now. She has so many reasons to stay here and so many important different things she still needs to see completed before she moves on, but her priority is where her own heart will be happiest. She (& her own little family unit)  needs to want the same thing at the same time and although financially she would gain so much, she just would not enjoy enough quality time with them for a few years to come. (very important years!).

Of course we are happy that she (& her family) will stay close by, we are even happier that she puts family love, happiness & loyalty first & foremost.

When it comes to making big decisions in life there can be some deep soul searching, sometimes the options are not always easy or straightforward. Our niece Lisa has been offered a promotion in her job, it will bring great prospects of moving higher in the company & also her salary will almost treble. The job will be tough and apart from taking clear & strong control of a workforce in large area in our county, she will need to travel all around England each week. Her heart is set on the prospects the job offers, but….  she will need to move home more than 100 miles away, she will obviously need her son to change school, her new husband can move to another office of his employers but it will be only part-time and a big cut in his salary. The probability is that they will also see a lot less of us!  I guess she has a major choice to make before the 30th of this month. It is a great opportunity for her family, but she is so torn & confused, her husband says he’s ok becoming a part-time worker & losing his prospects of advancement with his employers, but we sense he’s not really!  We had a chat with her boy and he’s worried about us, about his school, about all of his pals many he knows from our local naturist club & swim.

What will the outcome be?  Watch this space…  !

We’ve had the best couple of months for weather that I can recall for many years, the continuous sun filled days have brought so many really good outdoor happiness times for my family group. (plus friends!). When we first realised that the weather was going to be great & uninterrupted we opened up our long back garden & got our gardening pal to tidy it up & cut back all the bushes & undergrowth that had slowly started to take over our extended lawn area. For the first two or three days when we were out there enjoying the heat & bringing out the extra seating & the BBQ equipment, we were leisurely enjoying our own company. My wife Rosemarie & myself then joined by Lisa, Mike & Daniel. Soon Lisa’s friends Peter & Jess and their teen daughter Kerry were popping by to enjoy our secluded ‘nude only’ group. It was so good to have friends around, plus a few from a club we used to regularly go to a few years ago. After another day or two my care givers started joining us and staying back after their days tasks were done. Mary-Jo, Carol & Beth joined in easily but Beth would not take off her panties because she said “That’s my private part, no-one gets to see there!”.

Yes those long lazy days have been so relaxed and carefree, the good people that seemed to get invited along all enjoyed the space & the time to get naked & not worry about anybody else. The only neighbour that can just see our garden rarely says anything and they both just quietly accept whatever they see in our place. Although we did get one funny comment from Mrs Davis, “I had wondered why Jim was so keen to redecorate our spare bedroom this past week or so, then I went up and caught him sat by the window with a beer! Then I understood, so did he when I yelled at him!” apparently he got the bedroom done double quick from that point onwards.

I have mentioned on this site previously, I need daily assistance from carers (care givers?) and for several years now  I have been very fortunate to have kept the same 3 young women on rota, who are truly excellent in their work & a real treat to know for their personalities too. One of them is about to go on maternity leave and in a way I’m honoured that she chose to tell me before her employer.

When the senior manager came later to introduce a replacement, I had to reject the person simply because it was a man.  I realise it is controversial & some would say ‘wrong’? but I have always felt that I just cannot let another man do personal tasks for me, I need personal assistance showering and drying, I need creams applying and on some occasions I have bandages put on. I can’t specifically say I don’t want ‘homosexual’ carers because that comes into the realms of discrimination, although I believe that in “very personal care” the companies providing the staff do permit ‘preferences’ to guide who they send.

I don’t truthfully know why I prefer female carers (care givers), it’s just the way I have accepted health care all my life. It never crosses my mind to question the sexuality of my many female carers, is that ok?  I am so confused now, but I still don’t want males caring for me.