Diamond and pink sapphires…..and I love it!!!
Almost a month without posting…a mixture of forgetfulness and keeping my head down and just trying to get on with life without thinking about the tricky stuff.
We’ve had an anniversary… John/Jane and I have been together seven years. We met on the steps of Aldeburgh lifeboat station on a sunny windswept day in April, actually on my birthday….but we always count our anniversary as the first of April a week before we met which is the first time we spoke.
I’ve had a birthday…my 43rd….less said about that the better. I dislike birthdays in the same way i dislike Christmas…they hardly ever live up to the expectation. Wonderful days just happen…they are very rarely planned. And even more rarely correspond with birthdays.
We’ve been to buy my engagement ring (photo no doubt to come)…I found it the day after we got engaged….but wanted to be sure it was the right one so looked at lots of others. We havn’t looked for Janes yet.
On the Jane front, she’s had ears pierced, bought her first bra (mostly in anticipation) and stuck on her first hormone patch.
She woke up all tingly this morning.
I woke up grumpy.
I wake up grumpy most mornings, I don’t think I’m coping very well at the moment.
I guess thats normal enough.
…or so my Guardian reading chums would have me believe as earlier this week Jane and I went to meet Helen Weathers who writes for the Mail.
Not a decision flippantly made….but made it we did. In my case becuase
a) I’m a closet occassional Mail reader (yeah yeah…how many outings can a girl squeeze into a blog),
b)Ms Weathers writes good stuff…good positive touchy feely stuff,
c) its a chance to get a piece on trans into a major paper…even if its not totally positive it’ll be a story about a couple (us) staying together…and that in my books is as positive as it needs to be…anything else is a bonus.
d)it means i can now buy my girl an engagement ring.
The interview wasn’t as scary as i thought and i didn’t blub quite as much as i feared i would (i’m getting better at that…the shock must be wearing off) and we had the added bonus (?) of a professional make-over of hair and make-up for us both; making me (they said) look more like a Mail reader and less like a ‘rock chick’ (the photographer really had a way with words).
The finishing touch to my conversion to middle England involved hiding my cleavage 🙂
So look out in the Mail tomorrow.
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