After an unusually productive week, I’ve a bit of a spring in my step. Top that off with the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones has surprising me – via the middle class telegraphic system, Facebook 🙂 – that our new fire has arrived, I’m feeling particularly chuffed. Now, I don’t mean, a small lump of fire arrived in the post. That would be a bit odd. Obviously. 🙂 No, the new fire grate, log basket et all turned up. Bless her, she and the nippers put it all together, so all muggings here had to do, was light it. Thanks to various happy holidays, fire-making is one skill have just about got the hang of. Now, I do love a good fire. Okay, not a house fire, that’s a bad type. But a good old fashioned, roaring log fire where you can toast your tootsies (toes, not Dustin Hoffman) on a cold autumn night. Things to be thankful for eh?
Talking of thankful, after much note taking and therapy, I’ve got the root cause of my depression. It’s to do with my interest in a tight top and a cute skirt. Apparently it’s not to do with being trans, it’s to do with being partly Scots. 😉 (Ed; Ya gret hairy numptae! Mincing aboot like thaat. Shoulbae ashamed o’ yerself!!)
Okay, iffy stand up material aside, what else has been doing on? Well, other than attempting to play the fool, I was rather foolish the other day. It had been a week since the last Chameleons meeting and I was all ready for a night out. I’d packed just the one outfit (unusually), got the kids to bed after a story and off I went through the driving Nottinghamshire rain. Traffic was good and as I rolled up, I thought: the Centre looks a bit dark. Then it hit me. It’s the second Thursday of the month….. so…. umm…. not tonight then.
A little bit of me thought I could nip upstairs, get changed and go & meet up with Sam. But…. I didn’t. Not that Sam’s company is lacking (Ed: stop digging, Lynn! 😛 ), it was more that if I went out this week, and then to Chams next week…. and then hoping to make Invasion the week after. Yeah, it would be pushing it a bit. Instead, I called the Ever Lovely Mrs J (who saw the funny side) and then stopped off at the supermarket to snag a few gifts (including a few for the lady of the house). So, back home, feet up and nice cup of tea and a chat. Oh, and home made biccies. What’s not to like?
Talking of lady stuff (Ed: don’t be filthy!), Mrs J didn’t bat an eyelid as I packed my bag for Thursday. She’s become very cool about the whole trans thing and find that…… Okay, words fail me at this point. Happy doesn’t quite cut it. Loved? Accepted? I guess that’s all most of us want. To be loved for who we are. Trite, but true.
Anyhoo, she asked if I wanted any make-up, or such like, for Christmas. In all honesty? Not this time around. It’s crazy in a way. I’m being offered presents (clothes, make-up, skin care, etc) that I’d longed for, but could never talk about until the last few years. Now, I’m good. She kindly gifted me a set of unused Urban Decay she didn’t need and I’ve still got a few items from the Clinique Bonus Time (love Clinique!) set. The only item I’m short on is powder, but that’s not big on my list.
What will I get for Xmas? I really don’t know. Nice things, I hope. Things I wouldn’t usually get myself, but really, what I’m truly after is that the present buying I’ve done for everyone else to be a success Yeah, that may be a bit cheesy, but that’s what I’d really like.
Oh, that and for the Xmas tree not to be pulled down by our two wee monsters. 🙂
[ Today’s lyric: Fire by The Crazy World of Arthur Brown ]