"No I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid, just as long as you stand by me": Ben E.King.
Two days and 345 miles.
All that separates me from home.
Collected train ticket to Brighton.
Bought the final items on my list ahead of going into hospital.
Intimate women's things from a chemist's aisle I've never been in before.
My skin and hair feel awful.
Nail polish removed and no fake tan on doctor's orders.
This is tough.
Travelled back to Carlisle for a last lunch with Alan. My treat. A thank you for being such a great confidante.
The conversation was good, but I'm hurting a little bit.
He says he will always see me as Jonathan. And keeps using the wrong pro-nouns.
He's the person I've spoken to the most about all this.
Two days.
345 miles.
Almost home.
