I hate being me.
Anyone who has read any of this blog may well already know this information, so apologies for the repetition. But I do. On a training course today and I thought I saw a vision of a possible happy future. Ill-advised return to work to teach in the afternoon followed by a lazy evening in a nightdress while Tilly is out singing and a sure knowledge of impending disaster next week.
I am not functioning at anything resembling full, or even half, capacity and I have no excuses.
My quick reactions from the last month make interesting reading, apparently someone finds the blog boring. I am smiling at that. Thank you, nameless person, you took the time to respond - I am actually enough of an attention whore that I am touched by that!
Words of warning and welcome:
This is very much my blog, so don't be surprised if this doesn't follow accepted patterns and norms. Obviously it started out as a blog about my cross-dressing but it has developed a great deal since then. It is a place where I can be anonymous and honest, and I appreciate that.
It will deal with many things and new readers would do well to check out the New Readers' Page above this and the tag down there on the right. Although there's nothing too bad in here there will be adult language, so be careful. If you think this needs a greater control, please let me know. Thank you!