Who in their right mind would have thought that I'd still be scribbling away at Cathy's trials and tribulations, two years after writing what was going to be a blog about getting soaked to the skin while out riding on Dolly (the picture of the bike at the end of most episodes) in a thunderstorm. Instead, I turned it into what was primarily a comedy romance, which evolved into an adventure story and finally into a soap - exploring some of the issues of being transgendered/ transsexual, and trying to live a normal life as a female.

Bastille Day, 14th July, is the anniversary of the French mob storming the hated fortress/prison in the centre of Paris in 1789, and is commonly regarded as one of the beginnings of the French Revolution.

A few years later, 1986 to be precise, I rather sedately broke out of my own prison, coincidently on the same day. It came about by my going to see my general manager, who had got wind of my intentions via the grapevine--someone who'd been told in confidence, blabbed.

Those nice people at The Daily Express, have found another way to stir it up, without picking on individuals.

I've managed to post Bike 678 tonight, however, the link to my dongle is not very good and I can't promise to get online every night. I will post as and when the vagueries of internet connections allow. Yorkshire is colder than Dorset -brrrrrrrr! I'll have to start wearing knickers again!

Whatever Next 23 -my take on the Gabyverse - has gone to Maddy Bell, so should be up in the next week or so.