Sunday, 16 October 2016

Long overdue

As usual no posts for ages, I know, I know I am sooo naughty but there it is.
Well summer has been and gone and the downward slide to winter is well under way, unfortunately.
Health issues still not totally unresolved and still awaiting the results of a 24 hour electrocardiogram, four weeks and counting. Have had the most awful cold for nearly three weeks and just getting to the end of it.
We had our holiday in Palma at the beginning of September at the same apartment as last year and unlike last year had sun all week long which was verging on the too hot. This year there was eight of us. We are so lucky in that we have friends across all ages and 'persuasions'. There were our two friends we went with last year,  a mere twenty years younger than us, a gay couple from Brighton who are younger than us and a young couple in their thirties. We all got along wonderfully which was amazing.
Apart from the past three or four weeks I have of course been out and about and in recent months the 'trans' thing has become more or less 24/7 although there are the rare occasions when I deem that it is not appropriate, like collecting great grandchildren from school. Speaking of which my partner and I have become great grandparents again, that now makes three great grandchildren.

Friday, 22 July 2016

Lazy or just too busy?

Well I suppose it is a bit of both as is always the case.
Amazingly enough I have managed to decorate almost every room in the house which at my age nearly killed me as I didn't stop. As I finished one room I went straight on to the next. I suppose it cost me around £200 in materials and saved me thousands I didn't have to get someone to do it for me.
Of course all of this activity didn't curtail the odd outing, well all work and no play makes Jill a dull girl doesnt it.
The appearance of a 'lump' and the insistance of 'er indoors' sent me of to the doctors the other week. As an very infrequent doctor visitor I usually go with a list. So he looks at my lump, pronounces it as non worrying and arranges for a scan. While I am here I say there is just this.... Oh yes he says, classic symptom of what you have, nothing to worry about and prescribes non drug treatment. Anything else? Well yes, leaving the best until last, as you do. My heart seems to be missing beats. Oh yes he says, how often. Well it depends I say sometimes every 3 or 6 or more and them sometimes not at all. Ah he says well it could be missing a beat but you don't notice and sends me for an electrocardiogram.
Off we trot to the hospital and it appears it is one of the lower chambers firing before it should. Technician is not particularly impressed, gives me the trace for my doctor and says they are not keeping me in and my doctor might choose to do something about it or may not, so he isn't concerned.
A return visit to my doctors and he says I have to have one of these 24 hour electocardiograms where apparently you wear the appliance and go about your business as usual and see what is happeneing. We await the appointment for it to be fitted. Of course as I said to the doctor all my decorating has highlighted this problem hence my saying it nearly killed me.
The recent warmer weather of course has provided the perfect excuse to get out the summer wear although of course it is not possible to wear skirts shorter than I normally do without getting arrested. Oh so luckily for me I do not need the excuse of going out to 'dress' and it is now an almost daily occurance. In fact I am 'dressed' far more often than I am in drab which does mean of course I am spending a fortune in makeup but hey what elase if a girl supposed to do with her pension.

Saturday, 11 June 2016


The end of March was my last posting and that was a draft and not posted until today.  Good grief, still busy, busy, busy. Obviously I have been out here there and everywhere and it is far easier to drown you all pictorially than to put it into words.
We have had the builders in next door ripping the place apart until... it stopped, suddenly. Mmmm seems they never got permission but I expect 'the developer' will get retrospective permission.
I on the other hand have had a bad case of the decorating bug. It all started with converting the box room into a sewing room for madame including laying a wooden laminate floor, well there has to be a first time for everything. Aaaanyway it has turned into a mammoth exercise and resulted in the whole house being done, an absolute fortune in paint I can tell you.
Our long term love afair with the fetish scene seems to be fading, so many clubs closing, not from a lack of 'customers' but from places to hold them in. So many have disappeared in the gentrification explosion and others being protective of their licences. Still with the closing of the Black Cap in Camden we have now taken to going to The Bloc Bar just around the corner from Camden Station in Kentish Town Road, a gay bar managed by the ex-manager of the Black Cap so plenty of drag shows and a lovely crowd.