I have not posted for the last few days not because I have been living a boring life with nothing to talk about but quite the opposite. I have been so busy I have not even had time to read other people blogs never mind trying to write up my own. Work wise I have been engaged on a little paving job which I am actually rather enjoying, but it is quite tiring. After work I should have been out at something or another every evening since last Tuesday (the 20th) but then on this last Tuesday (27th) I was so tired that when I got home from work I sat down and fell asleep, not to wake up till after nine O'clock, far too late for the dinner I should have been at.
In all these cases it now seems pointless to say that I did this or that as Paula, or "dressed" or "en femme" since that is now me. What now feels more remarkable, and more unnatural are the odd occasions when I have to go back to being him. I don't dislike him or regret the man I was (I may well write more on this idea latter), it's just that I am now entering fully into a new stage of my life.