Train trip to London

Yesterday was bit funny, sort of in a good way, I was in Plumbase chatting with the manager and the staff at my local branch are really cool, still a piss taking bunch, but hey that's the trade, and they know I'll give as good as I get.

Anyway, I had given the manager a link to this site, as I hope that what I write, is of some help to someone who doesn't understand what the hell we all go through.

So as we are chatting, the assistant manager comes in and the manager terns round and says "you need to credit that flooring and book out those my Multi-panel items for Sarah"

Gob smacked, but in a good way, we all smiled, and the assistant manager just got on with it, he would anyway, what ever I got called.

That was the first time I have actually been called by my name in any work environment , and as I've got a 2 hour session of electrolysis today I was defiantly not looking like my self, if you know what I mean.

I do have a lot of respect for the two of them,  but that just took it to a whole new level, I sort of wanted to give him a hug, lol.

So I'm actually on the train, and writing this post, and thinking about all the stuff I need to do today, one of which is a meeting with my specialist, as I'm not using the NHS, tbh even though I do not have the money, I don't feel I should be sponging of the state, lol well not at the moment anyway :p

One of the things I need to do today is to have a chat with my son, we are not going to have long as he's controlling all the Blood Bikes tonight and that starts at 6pm. We are meeting up around 5pm, when he finishes off work.

My son knows about the whole transitioning thing, but I need to tell him that I need to change my name this year, and get things rolling, feeling like I have been stuck in a rut for the past few years is starting to take it's toll.

On a side note, I just wish to thank everyone for the support and messages I received on Facebook after I wrote (Badly as it looks eek lol ) my About Me Page.

I had to fight the tears so many times when I was reading the comments both posted and the conversations I have had privately with friends.

My Facebook friends are my family, and I love you all xXx.