Well as I suggested in yesterday's post I decided that it was just not fare on the rest of society to keep so much gorgeousness hidden at home, so after a light lunch I popped up the road to visit my favorite hostelry. Sunday afternoons at the Grape and Grain are graced with some pretty cool Jazz, and it is always popular, what I had forgotten is that is also often graced with the presence of my brother and his friend having a Sunday Lunchtime pint or six.
I was meant to be doing this the other evening when I went to meet a friend for a couple of pints and then dinner. As his son had friends round he did ask that I went as "him", it was a hot night so this still meant jeans and a tee shirt (as that is virtually all I have they were fem ones) indeed it was so hot that I had also abandoned the very idea of socks. It was only when I arrived that I realised I still had my pink nail polish on. It was too late to worry about that so I went into the Pub.
My friend was already there with a couple of his neighbours I had met before, the wife is also a gardener so we always have a lot to talk about, at one point I heard her husband say to my friend, "oh come on we'll just leave the girls talking about their dahlias" In just the same way that one of my old friends now always calls me Paula, even on the phone, I find people are beginning to think of me as female. All this before I start any treatment at all.