Bourne End

A crafty title, particularly, since Bourne End is a Village, just a few miles away from my home, near Marlow in Buckinghamshire.

As I sat, reflecting and writing my drunken, happy thoughts on a bench near the pier, a man approached and said "Oooright, darlin' - do you want to go somewhere quiet?

I said "No, thank you - strict heterosexual, married with 3 kids!"

He looked suitably surprised, but the grin remained on his face.

"Well, you look gorgeous - have a lovely evening!", he responded, and carried on his way.

I don't want to appear fussy, but I would have preferred my last compliment to have come from a woman!

Unlike some CDs, the clothes don't alter my makeup in that department one iota. If anything, I love women even more, because I identify more with their gender than my own.

Not that I would ever stop being as I was made - it's not the greatest or ideal body, but it's home. And an Englishman's home is his castle. Not to be breached... 😋

I trod the few steps back to my hotel room, changed into a darling red silk nightie with black lace trim (Laura, you racy starlet, you!), and settled down for a good night's sleep.

What seemed like 5 minutes later, I awoke, with time to pack the car before breakfast.

And what a fine breakfast it was - a vegetarian full English, with possibly the best food item ever - grilled halloumi.

The quantity outstripped the very, very high quality and, for the first time ever at a hotel, I couldn't finish it.

Got to watch the figure - that lockdown belly does nothing to enhance any of my dresses - and I even had to leave a few favourites behind, because >sob< the zips wouldn't do up!

I considered mooching around Bournemouth some more, but it was drizzly. My lovely transparent umbrella didn't keep much of the rain off - as Hilda Ruth may recall when we got caught in a deluge in Brighton together.

Ah! Happy memories!

If ever I catch myself wondering why I do this (and it does happen, frequently), I have all these amazing memories to look back on - and each trip generates more.

When it's my time, and the whole of my life flashes before my eyes  I want lots and lots of this to look back on!

So, after a quick coffee for the road, I got into my car, cranked up the tunes, and drove.

I was going to stop at Winchester on the way back, but chickened out, being still en femme. There was no way I was going to change until I had to, and the memories of the drive down - the small car park  the crowds of people - put me off.

Pull yourself together, Lovett!

Next time... oh yes... There will definitely be a next time.

Who fancies coming with me 😁😍😍😍😍😍😍😍