Reasons to feel Mopey

Simon is off on a course this week in Reading, right now as I type he is crawling his way around the M25. I don't know what to do with myself, I can watch whatever I want on telly but by a cruel twist of fate that is often suffered on a Sunday there is bugger all on. This will be the longest we have been apart since I moved in and almost since we met each other back in August 05. There were a couple of weekends when one of us didn't go to see the other because of ill health and a couple of Wednesday we may have missed out on because of work and stuff but that is it.

I know, I know it's only a few days but I'm no longer used to being on my own and it feels definitely odd, too quiet, no one to make me tea and no one to drink all the milk without warning me.

There is an upside I can prawns, sprouts and cauliflower as much as I want but it's not much of a benefit.

It's going to be a long week.

Pass My Congratulations

One thing that was odd on Saturday was a couple of people made comments along the line of "Pass my congratulations on to Simon when you see him." I sort of know what they meant, I think, and I know it was meant kindly to avoid any possible offence. Names, identities and referring to alter egos can be a real minefield in tranny circles, but it did seem odd.

Because for me there is no real difference between Becky and Simon, it is just a way of presenting the same person to the world but putting emphasis on different facets. A bit like those picture books I used to see as a child, where there would be a picture and depending on the colour of the cellophane put over it, either green or red, different bits would be highlighted so instead of just seeing a lion you would see either a lion eating an ice cream or a lion smiling and licking his lips.

In Becky's case the red cellophane shows a lass swinging her pants to the Pussy Cat Dolls, the green shows a chap swaying slightly to Ben Folds, its the same person just different elements brought to the fore. And I'm getting married to that person, it doesn't really matter what they are called to me he/she is the one I love.

The Morning After The Night Before

Yesterday evening was one of the best nights I've ever had, we went to the Christmas Ball, which was superb, good food, good wine, good company.

And we were able to celebrate in style.

Because we have something to celebrate as earlier that night Simon asked me to become his wife. I said yes.

Capt Simon

Capt Simon, originally uploaded by Jane Goth.

Torchwood - Fenlandshire Branch.

Today, I Have Been Mostly

Helping my Mum get rid of an old bed. Well the mattress for it the base was far too big to get into her car. We took it to the tip along with an old cheap rocking horse my niece used to play on when she was smaller then we met Simon for lunch in the local pub. We had a slight detour into the lingerie shop next door to the pub, they were having a closing down on retirement sale, which is a shame as it was a smashing, if expensive shop. I managed to pick up this little piece of nonsense for £5.



After lunch Si and I went shopping for a bbq tomorrow, so we bimbled round Wilkinson's grabbing the basics, I was sorely tempted by this on the basis as a Tardis although it looked small it would be able to carry everything seeing as it's bigger in the inside than on the outside, but according to the Wiki entry it's a fictional thing so it couldn't.



Plus at £6.99 it was a bit much for a joke.

Norfolk Crunchy Pudding

Simon "made" our pudding tonight, I stuck luck in Sainsburys getting a load of rump steak for £3 per kilo so most of that is in the freezer the rest is in Si and I. That was nice with a wine sauce, mushrooms and tomatoes. About an hour ago I heard Si rummaging about in the kitchen, when I checked he wasn't up to something I offered assistance I was told I wasn't allowed in. It's an old secret recipe he couldn't share with me he called it Norfolk Crunchy Pudding. And very nice it was too creamy yet crunchy, the colour of Norfolk sand but with fewer shells and bits of seaweed.

And They Called It Puppy Love

At the risk of bringing down everything down round my ears I'm gonna gush

And give me my due I havna gushed so far but come the 20th it will be 7 months so I think I have a right.

I never thought that I would that I would meet anyone through the blog. I thought maybe I would meet local bloggers which would be good and enrich my social life and perhaps lead on to meeting someone but never thought I would meet someone.

But I did... and it is absolutely fantastic.

Right now I feel pinker and fluffier than a flamingo that has been dipped in fabric softener then tumbled dried.

Simon has made me smile more than I thought was humanly possible, I've laughed till I cried. He has made me feel loved and lovable. He has made life fun again and vital, he is clever and interesting and curious, kind, generous, caring and sweet. Thinking of him makes me smile, being with him makes me laugh. Being with him is to be alive, he makes me feel comfortable and warm. And I could go on about how sexy he is and stuff but you don't need to know about stuff beyond stuff is good. Cos he is.

Cat out of the bag

It's time to stop teasing. I went to Kings Lynn this weekend to see my boyfriend Simon, not just for the bracing sea air and a change of scene. It's a new, young relationship so I/we hadn't really wanted to mention it before but it was becoming the elephant in the room in blogging terms and quite a few had guessed.

There's not much else I want to say at this point except I'm grinning like a maniac writing this, I'm very very happy.