More Small Steps

I have just come back with another meeting with Mike ( my personal angel. I wasn't so happy with my makeup this time. I don't get much practice, and I was very nervous going out.

My mother has been very ill and now has dementia. The last time I met with Mike was in November, I was told my mother was dying and had to rush back before I got a chance to dress. She recovered, and told me she went to heaven and was told she had to go back as it wasn't her time..
A near-death experience? You best make up you're own mind. I do believe there is something to it.

I think I would like to try one of those makeover services. Just for the makeup. not the clothes. I continually stare at my chin to see it I can see any sign of a shadow, I dress down all the time as a woman. In the UK 95% of women wear little makeup , jeans, leggings, low heels, jumpers and coats during the day. I do this also, so I don't stand out. It seems to work.

On Saturday we went to Southwold. Southwold has a nice pier. It was fairly busy for a cold Saturday and we walked along the seafront and went on the pier. There were a few distorting mirrors on one wall. Seeing myself in my coat was quite encouraging. Nothing about my appearance screamed "guy".

On the way off the pier I did get one hard look from a blond woman. I continuously look to see if I am being "read". It could have been I had just happened to look at her as she looked at me. I'll never know. Mike noticed it too. After that we went to a less crowded Caister Roman fort..

No one was there except us.

The next day we went for a walk along the seafront at Aldeburgh. Pronounced "All-bur-ah". It is a loverly old town that used to rely on fishing. It was very windy and a little too cold. So after about a mile we walked back to the car.

Then it was back to the caravan for a cup of tea (because we're English)

One reason I paint my nails when I arrive is that if I think of chickening out, it will mean taking off the nail polish.Which can be a bit of a chore. It sort of keeps me committed to spending at least 2 days as Leeanna.

I'm at home now and feel so much more relaxed after Leeanna has expressed herself.

Mike was a perfect gentleman as always. He brought me flowers, opened the car door for me, and did all the driving.

He did however insist I do all the cooking and washing up. So I took offence and refused to talk to him for 2 days. See I'm getting the hang of female behaviour . LOL

Thanks for a loverly weekend Mike. I know you read these.

P.S. I need the ladies loo on two occasions. The UK's ruling on this is a clear as mud, so I went for it. As usual, no women, CIS or otherwise were harmed in any way by this act.