Earlier today as I was driving to and fro for work I had a
wonderful idea for a post, along with a witty one word title that would work
for the two strands that would flow into each other. It is a real shame that I can’t remember
what the title was or what either of the themes were. So instead we will just have to put up with
the usual ramblings of my confused mind.
I keep forgetting things; I suspect that half of my problems
are down to being tired, not just a lack of sleep but just the effects of
having been working pretty continuously all year. On the other hand of course it could be that
it’s not just my Mum who is losing her short term memory. Seriously I doubt if it is any more than
just being tired.
I had planned to go to a rehearsal up in town this evening,
but when I got home I was feeling weary and in need of a proper wash and a
proper meal, so I’m sorry but the rehearsal go missed. Now I am sitting at home, on my own,
watching an old Jonathan Creek after a comforting meal of southern style
chicken and beans. After couple of
glasses of wine and a chocolate biscuit I am feeling (physically) a lot more
comfortable than I have for a few days.
Last night I had a band rehearsal, playing the tuba, so
after work I got home had a shower and got changed, everything I wore was
ostensibly female, I wore a tee-shirt and sweater I bought on Tuesday from
Matalan a pair of jeans some ankle boots and a denim jacket, looking at myself
in the mirror before going out I did wonder if I looked too fem, but decided to
go with it. During the first half I was
aware of some comments being passed about me along the trumpet section; this is
just a small section of the band, but with more testosterone than the average
sperm bank, so I will admit to a little concern, had I gone too far after all? If
asked questions would I dare answer with the truth? Was any lace from my
panties showing? During the interval
all became clear when I collected my coffee, when one of the trumpets said “Hey
you know, you wouldn’t guess it but this guy’s ripped!” I had gone round to his
place during the summer to prepare a quote for some work in their garden, as it
was during the very hot period we enjoyed earlier I was just wearing some
shorts and a vest. At the time I
remember being very conscious that these were in fact quite short fem shorts
and a very fem vest, but apparently what he saw, for the first time was that I
have a few muscles and not a lot of fat.
I very nearly left some nail polish on last night, it’s just
as well that I didn’t as it might have spoilt the moment.
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