New start for blog

My Christmas day outfit

People following this blog may be forgiven for thinking that I had fallen at the first hurdle. Truth is, I was never happy about using Wordpress. While some claim it to be a superior blog hosting site, i found it clunky and limited. I have been using Blogger as (insert male name here) since 2005 and so am very adept at using it. I'm probably just too old now to be changing frm somehting I'm used to. Although to be fair, I don't think it's all me. Not only is Blogger easier to use, it seems to have many many more options to Customise your blog, at least not without having to pay anyway.
Also after my second going out experience back in October a couple of things happened to me. Firstly, I went through a brief period of euphoria where I thought anything was possible. After spending a day in the west end in female guise I felt I could dress exactly as I please and go anywhere. The reality of this gradually dawned on me however. How convoluted was the process involved? I had to leave from home extremely early (for me) to travel right across London to another girl's house. This was so that I could change and make-up, etc. without my flatmate catching me. They guy hardly ever seems to sleep and is up almost every hour of the day, hardly ever goes out and when he does go out I have no idea how long he wil be gone, unless he tell me. Even then I'm on dge lest he comes home early and catches me. At least when I lived with my wife I never had to worry about her catching me, because she knew!
Then at the end of quite an exhausting day walking about in heeled sandals, wearing a ludicrous amount of clothing - who knew it would be so hot in October, sweat running down my face, playing havoc with me make-up; my skirt was so long and heavy I had to hold it in the gusts of wind as I was starting to have problems walking in it - I had to travel back to my friend's house, change and then travel home, only to find I'd forgotten my house key and had to wait for my flatmate to come back from the pub! Got in at midnight, excited, but exhausted and tired from being up around 19 hours.

me on Xmas day

The area of London I live in is a BNP / UKIP stronghold. People like me aren't particularly welcome round here. I'd like to move. Even my own place around here would be an improvement. My biggest risk is that I get seen by one of the neighbours leaving or coming back to the house, and they mention it to my flatmate, who incidentally, owns the property. So if he didn't like it, I'd be out.
When I lived in my own house, not too far from here, I wasn't so afraid of going out. I used to head on out late in the evening or early in the morning, before the shops under my flat opened up, and I would head off for a drive or a walk. The walks got further and further out, towards the nearby railway station once with many many commuters walkiing past in the oppostite direction. I got very confident. One day, while out in a short pleated skirt, heels and long coat, I walked right through the middle of a large gang of young black guys standing around in the street, taking up the whole pavement. Astoundingly I seemes to have passed.
But more stories of my outings en femme later.
For now, I'm glad to be back blogging. And I have much to do before I'll be happy with it.