So it’s time for an update. Georgie and I finally made it to the counselling centre at our local LGBT+ centre and, to be fair, it went really well. We met a lovely woman, Suzanne, who took our details and gave us all the spiel about confidentiality and what-not.
Before you read on, I confess to being a little under the influence of Mr Jack Daniel, of Tennessee. OK, more than a little. It’s 12.35am and the sour mash is doing its thing. I’ve been working all day and now I can’t work anymore. The alcohol rain has stopped play. I can still write, though. It’s all good.