So once again I had a day alone.  Strange how that has been the usual pattern most of my life. I've just accepted it as being the transsexual's lot.
Luckily I'm quite self sustaining and have lots of hobbies and stuff to keep me occupied.
As I've been short of money since starting transitioning over 9 years ago ! I have no car and the UK's public transport doesn't work over Xmas and our Boxing Day so I can't get anywhere unless I wanted to pay double for taxis but thats not an option.

So I stayed home watched some crap and some good stuff on telly: Gone With the Wind! - why at Xmas?  Lavendar Hill Mob with scenics of bombed out 1951 London - the UK was such a backward dump in those days it must have been an awful shock to most GIs. Tom Hanks in Dragnet with scenics of Hollywood and gorgeous people and places and why didn't I get a slim beautiful body like all those starlets!!!

Noisy couple in flat below mine woke me at 4.55 am with squeals of delight as they opened their presents and then played ********** music so loud that it took me ages to drop off again so when I awoke at 10am I felt headachy and had to listen to their music for another hour till they went off in a taxi and left me in peace. They came back about 10pm, slammed the doors and then had a screaming match as she accused him of always ruining things!!!!! so he slammed out and then she did and for the moment it is silent. 
As usual I've overeaten and feel bloated and not happy withy myself so tomorrow I will no doubt throw out all the Xmas food and start dieting to repair the damage.
I'll go walk round town and video it to put on my Flickr site as an example of 'Ye Olde Industrial Englishe Towne' - Sowerby Bridge which 300 years ago was the most industrialised place on earth though those days are long gone but my flat is in an old inn from that date.
On Friday I will be going up to the crown green bowling cub to meet all my teammates for a drink and chat.

Merry Christmas! Count me in on feeling bloated. The food was so good I couldn't stop eating. Hugs, Devlyn

Please accept a big hug from me, lilac.

I'm alone again, too. Peanut butter and aged cheddar sandwiche for Christmas dinner.

It sucks being alone. You have my sympathy. This was my first Christmas alone in 42 years and all because I came out in February.  I cried most of the day. Next year we should set up a chat room where all of us can gather and be alone together. I think it would be better even if it were just a virtual connection.

Yesterday was my second Christmas alone. I no longer exist to my sons, their spouses, or their children. Not a word, a card, a phone call, not even an email or Facebook post.

I learned a lesson this year, that while I will gladly accept if that door ever opens again, I cannot count on it and for now I need to turn my back on that door and move on with my life.