|Friday, before I found out how much|
my repair works would cost.
Such is the situation that I had all children on Friday, earlier than planned, then took the middlest to a pre-release at my favourite vegan gaming cafe on the Saturday, both eldest on the Sunday and, today, I have another contractor to provide another quote. I guess to see which of the £1,750 and £3,800 is more likely to put everything right and be affordable. Oh, and yes, nothing done with the bathroom nor quoted for. It is... depressing. As always, I have done that thing where I get an idea in my head, stick to it and then discover that perhaps I would have been better walking away. Also, the eldest needs a room of her own and I can't afford to sort the loft out (as had been my original plan) because, well, I'm paying for other urgent repairs so... well, bugger, essentially. It also means that I haven't had chance to dress properly for a while and I wasn't quite prepared for how much that has negatively affected my mood.
I mean, I went Oop North to see me mother and didn't dress over that weekend and that seemed fine, but now that I have been unable (or unwilling) to spend that time I am definitely feeling it. I used to go months between dressing episodes and I didn't have the comfort of dressing in knickers nor in dressing in a nightie for bed. How in the name of all that is sane did I manage?
Did I ever mention His Grace John MacLean on here? I can't recall. But here he is:
However, I am supposed to be taking the smallest at 1545 today so... I may not. Mother says that I shouldn't be so available to help when called at short notice (I was texted last night at 2100) but... I'm a bit rubbish at that sort of thing. Always have been. Another reason that I am still very much alone.
Oh, I bought the desk - when facing £1,750+ for repairs, suddenly £60 on a desk doesn't seem steep and, well, not getting it is hardly going to dent the amount necessary to raise for repairs. I have also shaved my face closely again (I lacked the time yesterday and Saturday) and that feels much better. After so long wearing a beard one would think that I was used to it, and maybe I was, but also after so long wearing one I really appreciate not.
|Morning Jo. There you are. How've|
Ah, yes, of course, over on the left you have what used to be my standard waking up selfies sample for this month. I don't tend to take these as often now. Not because I didn't like them but because, well, I get a chance to have other moments of gender euphoria now that I'm getting used to new things. Note how I haven't added make-up on this one - because I don't feel like I need to as much as I am confident that, soon, I shall be adding it in real life more often. I have, after all, shaved off some errant hair twixt the eyebrows and... I like that.
Coda: as I was typing the above, the next tradesman arrived. He quoted a much lower price and with plenty of the same beats of those that had come before so... I booked them. 30 September is booked in, and I might be able to afford it. So... that's nice.
If you have been, thank you for reading!