Equal parts frustration and amusement yesterday. The new place I'm renting is supposed to have had a load of work done on it, including putting in a fire escape - but that isn't done yet because they're still waiting for planning permission from the same council that told them they had to put in the fire escape! So I went and got this lovely loom yesterday, a 3-hour round trip to the village of West Camel, only to have it sit tantalisingly in my downstairs corridor, as the side frames are just too big to go round the dogleg stairwell, as I'd guessed they would be. Meanwhile, I'm stuck using an awkward folding loom until the fire escape door gets put in. And my sofa bed will probably not get in the house either for the same reason, so it'll have to stay in my van (getting damp) until the fire escape is sorted.
As for the GP, none of the local ones have specific trans experience, so I'm just going to have to pick the one I most like the look of in their photos! And I can't register until I have proof of new address, which could take a little while.
But hey, I live by the seaside now!

. People are friendly around here - I had a nice welcome in the Chinese restaurant up the road, from a cute local gal dressed in faux oriental outfit

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