From the Grauniad, a change in the law for transgender people in Denmark.

http://www.theguardian.com/society/shortcuts/2014/sep/01/eur...

Despite threats from the officials at the Moscow registry office, the two turned up looking like twins, considering Moscow's very strong homophobia, this wasn't against the law. See link to Daily Wail below.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2729737/Here-come-br...

I spent ages looking for this story of mine which had been wrongly attached to some other stuff, probably by me, and thus not obvious on my non-EAFOAB stories, so I've added a link for those who might have missed it. It was written nearly two years ago but I enjoyed reading it again.

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/fiction/39495/queen-mountains

For those who weren't aware of my stories other than Bike, I offer a link to them here.

Sorry folks, but I worked late today and despite the best of intentions, I can't stay awake enough to do justice to the cast of Bike, who are like a family to me. The wretched computer system we're having to use is total rubbish and causing lots of wasted time because I'm not very good with it. I won't dwell on it but I spent two hours extra at work tonight trying to sort out the mess my clinics had developed into, for which I won't be paid.

It was my son's funeral today. I didn't attend because I knew I'd not be welcome and might have said or done something. According to my ex, some dickhead of a Baptist minister did quite a religious service and didn't mention our family once. It's not just me who is non-religious, my son was as well. One of my daughter's friends told him so afterwards. Again good job I wasn't there or he might still be picking bits of the Old testament from a very tender place.

From today's Guardian, some of the comments are unhelpful, but the article is sympathetic.

I'm in a strange place at the moment, sort of on autopilot. At lunchtime I received a call that put me there. My ex phoned to say my son was dead - he was 33. Apparently, he walked out of his camper van in the middle of the night and then jumped to his death from a motorway bridge. I don't know why. His wife will probably blame me, although I haven't spoken to him for four years, his choice not mine. I can't say I feel particularly sad, because I can't actually feel anything. I worked this afternoon as normal because I couldn't do anything else.