Day 3

Beach day wooohoo! Breakfast at our now usual haunt but just Madame and I. Back at the hotel Steph, madame and I get a taxi and off we go to a non touristy beach down the coast at Cala Comtesa.



Its the Primarni playsuit and black swimming costume today so its tattoos out again. Once on the beach its off with the playsuit, grab a couple of sunloungers and on with the suntan cream, a little squirt here a little squirt there........ and there. Oh its wonderful passing with the crowd, hardly a look except for the ink.





Its time for a swim, goodness I haven't been swimming oooo since I can remember..........Eeeeeek lots of little fishes in a shoal and if you stand still.... they dive and nibble your feet !! This is all very well and entertaining, to a degree, until a larger one decides that it will take a chunk, well bite out of my leg.





We take lunch in a rather nice cafe and while away a couple of hours with Madame, Dolenta, Andy and Dolenta's mother. I keep getting strange looks from the older couple at the next table but after a while we all strike up a conversation and find they come from Wales!



Post evening meal Madame, Steph and I repair to the bar on the roof of the hotel.......



All in all a rather fabulous day.

Day 1

A bright and sunny day with occasional cloud but just right temp. Meet up with Steph and Andy after 10.00 by one of the hotels pools.



No Dolenta, too shattered. We go for a stroll to find something to eat and find a lovely cafe for coffee and assortment of meats, cheese and salad. A stroll through the town and I get attention of course but its the tattoo's and the rather deep pre-holiday tan that cause it and madame is relaxed.


Off for a stroll through the town being led by Andy. We find somewhere for a late lunch of pizza, well when in Rome or rather Palma.





By the time we decide to stop gossiping and move on its gone four so make our way back to the hotel. Andy makes his way back to Dolenta and we three change and its up to the pool on the roof for a while and the red swimsuit gets worn in anger for the first time.



We meet up around seven and go out in search of a restaurant and dinner via Andy's GPS and a delicious dinner ensues over the next three hours. We have to give up our table as its booked. Strange how I elected not to dress tonight and I am reminded of this when 30 yes thirty Italian boisterous rugby players turn up! We get back to the hotel gone 11 and madame and I are out again within 30 mins looking for a late night coffee getting to bed around 12.30.

Why don't you pack it up

Packing day hath arrived and with it cleaning and washing. Well the son and heir is housesitting so I have to at least hoover and change the bed. At least while there may be more to pack than the Berlin trip it all should hopefully weigh less. There will be no latex outfits and no steel boned corsets or silly shoes this trip, just thin cotton and sandals in anticipation of sunshine.
Do we pack the frocks yet or leave them until the morning? Will there be enough room for the big camera or not. It will be no disappointment if there isn't as it only means I have to lug it round with me and get moaned at if I leave it in the room. There was a time of course when clothes made way for the camera but they have long past, so has the need for carrying extra lenses and equipment for the sake of it.
It has been decided that madam needs a restful break and so I hear does Dolenta, who is suffering from the builders and decorators woes.

Sent packing

Well that time is almost upon us. Out come the suitcases and the sorting of clothes. Yes its holiday time. It is all very well when one only has to pack for oneself but as I have to pack for him and her it all gets a bit fraught. As a bloke its simple, is it warm? Yes, well then t-shirts, shorts and trainers and he and his carrier bag are ready. Of course it now involves her as well. It's not just the amount but the difference between daytime and evening each requiring their separate outfits and one just cannot wear the same thing twice can one. Oh dear me no.
We do of course have all the little extras to include, the makeup, the hair and various other sundry items. It is not until one undertakes this sort of adventure the you realise how much room is taken up by things such as shoes. You just can't have one pair can you and the room that a handbag takes up is ridiculous. Thankfully having my time split between him and her will cut down on the outfits required and of course I do have advice close to hand, outfits she likes to see me in. Indeed it simplifies life and if she picks them then I might be able to squeeze more her time in than his. I have, needless to say, sneaked in a couple of things but as to whether they see the light of day let alone manage to escape the confines of our room is another matter.
All this presupposes that it all will fit and be within our weight allowance !

Trying it on

So the grand try on of all the old clothes has all but finished and... it all fits again and in some cases are now too big !! But the statement of the day has to have come from madam. After simply years of stealing, being given and having made me frocks she now comes to me and says... do you have any summer frocks I can borrow for our holiday. Now do you all see how lucky I am to have someone like this. We give each other clothes, we share clothes, we buy each other clothes. Oh my, oh my I am sooooooo lucky and yes everyday I do give thanks, I do think of all those girls who have do this in secret.
This to me is why I do not need all the t-girl support groups websites etc, to spend secretive hours in the company of other girls.
I don't need to label myself. I am not transwhatever, I am me, as I have always been. Not for me the desperation of not having dressed for ages. I can dress in whatever way I choose whenever I choose. I can leave the house in male or female mode, visit local shops in either mode without a care. My femininity, if I have any, is apparent in both male and female modes to the point where it is now 'normal' and not even second nature. Not for me the hiding from nearly anyone I know or am related to, the only people who do not know are people I know will not understand and why on earth should I instigate aggravation for the sake of it. If people do not approve then who am I to force it upon them.

Back again

Well we are back in dear old London, an uneventful journey thank goodness and I ignored the SatNav this time and we carved masses off the journey time. All the holiday washing is done, dried and ironed.

Holday shopping

Another successful shopping trip. Yesterday sees the kitchen almost finished at about 8am when madame asks if I would like to accompany her to Oxford Street so its down tools and out by 8.30. Straight to Primarni and a pair of el cheaperoonry, dare I say it, male shorts are followed by a pair of denim girlie ones plus a pair of white sandals. Now as you will find later Primarni sizing is total crapola. The denim shorts are a size 12 and fit like a dream. Thinking we are to be homeward bound I pop into Superdrug for some clear nail varnish. This magical elixir has proved a real nail saver. Well over 600 tiles stuck to the walls, ceilings and paintwork washed and painted and not a broken nail in sight. So much so that I am considering trimming them post girlie days on Sunday and Monday.
Aaaanyway I digress, nail varnish bought madame asks if I fancy a jaunt down to the Kurt Gieger shop in Covent Garden. It seems the flat shoes I was after a while ago are in the sale, £120 down to £39. So off we trot whereupon madame spots a pair of low heels and a rather cute bag to go with the flats she bought recently. Suitably weighed down we trek home only to find the sandals do not fit. Well they do and they dont. Everything is fine except the ankle strap is not long enough, in fact not long enough for madame who is at least a size smaller then me so they are marked for return. Back home its lunch and a quick nana nap in the garden and back to the grouting and excess grout removing.
Up with the lark again this morning to get the last of the excess grout off and to wash the inside of a cupboard then paint it. As I am painting the last door madame appears and I say when I've finished I'll go with her to return the sandals. We get to Primarni about 9.00am and she returns the sandals while I have a mooch around. Well by the time we finish I have a new frock in a 16, a long white top and a long legged multi-coloured playsuit in a 16. See what I mean about sizing?. We stagger out with our collective purchases and into M&S where I need two pairs of, ahem, dangly bits flattening knickers. These bought we drop into Pret for a late breakfast, well late for me that is, as it is about 10am. Post face stuffing madame returns to Primarni while I elect for a stroll around Selfridges. We are soon homeward bound and post liquid refreshment on our way to Brent Cross where I manage to find a nice pair of sandals in M&S, £19.50 down to £12. So that is two pairs of shorts, a long white top, sandals, playsuit, frock, knickers all for around £50 and holiday shopping complete !!