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I’ve had a reasonably busy week this week, not too much to do but just enough. I have had plenty of time to myself to do with as I please but although there is plenty for me to do, I have not been in the mood. E and I have had a disagreement and have not spoken for some time. I am a little upset at her continued attitude which makes me reluctant to do anything at this moment. It has been this way for her for a very long time and each time I give in to her in the end but I have reached a point now whereby this time I am just not inclined to bother and am fed up with it all. Enough of my problems.
I had an afternoon free on Thursday so I decided to go down to the pub for a few hours and get talking to people. Apart from my visit there last Friday I have only been to the pub four times this year so it’s not as if I am making a habit of it, although I do plan to go there more often. Over the last eighteen months I have not been inclined to visit the pub for two reasons, I have been too busy at home working and I have not felt up to it. When I went there with my friend on Friday last week I was greeted by so many folk all asking about my well-being and my lack of presence there. On Thursday there was hardly anyone there when I walked through the door about three-thirty and it stayed pretty much that way for the next hour when people started arriving by and by. Soon I had all the people I wanted to chat with and found myself the recipient of free drinks but I couldn’t let that continue and insisted on paying my way too. I glanced toward a table where two women and one man had just sat down and one of the women called to me by name. I vaguely remembered her face but couldn’t remember her name, which is usual for me. I went to the table and humbly mentioned that I couldn’t remember her name or where we had met but she told me that we met a  year or so back when I helped her operate the music player to choose some songs. She also reminded me that I had done some electrical work for her mom and I asked her why I hadn’t done the same for her. This is when she told me that she and her husband, together with her friend and her husband where all living on the south coast of Spain. Her husband and her friend were at the table. I said, with tongue in cheek, that I was open to working in Spain, half expecting her to ask me to do just that! We all chatted for a while but it was her friend who dominated the conversation.  Her friend was called Liz or Elizabeth and she and I chatted for ages whilst the other two became engaged with other people close-by. We hit it off together as they say and I found her a very pleasant and interesting person. We made each other laugh, chatting about women’s things mainly. I discovered that they were all staying in temporary accomodation close by to where I live, in fact a mere couple of hundred metres away! They will be returning to Spain in a week or so but I may get to see them before they depart. I love meeting people and getting to know them. I never disclose my past to people but when others I know visit the same pub and know about that part of my life, it can sometimes be awkward if they break a confidence. Of course if folk do find out this way, they make no fuss about it and I find they are drawn closer to me for that. Being a transsexual woman, though I don’t refer to myself as such, I am simply a woman, it is a nice feeling to be so readily accepted by people when I visit my pub.

Shirley Anne