You look fabulous

Returning to Godalming, I met Tricia by prior arrangement at the Pepperpot. I was wearing a black jumper minidress, my ankle boots with heels, and a girly black leather jacket. I am not Nadja Auermann but my legs are good.

We walked along the High Street to the other end and to my favourite local café, Roost in Wharf Street. Ariane has been there a few times now. The staff are very friendly and the coffee is excellent. Tricia and I sat in the Secret Garden at the back. We had a lovely chat. Then it was time to go – both of us were about to travel abroad.

Tricia wants to know how I can possibly walk in high heels. So did Helen. In fact I am a natural. You just put one foot in front of another in a direct line. The heels make your body adopt a different posture. Your hips are swaying as you move forward at a normal speed and with a feline grace. I refuse to wear trousers on principle and I would not be seen dead in flats. Always in black (though not sure how long I can keep that up, I have a lovely Sheila Take A Bow sleeveless dress in red and white). And with heels and pearls. It’s back to the 1920s, and the Flapper is reborn.

Returning to the car park, I saw a woman walk past. She said to me: You look fabulous! And then she walked away. I don’t suppose she would have said that if she thought I was a real woman, but as someone who wants to be a woman, and tries their best to look beautiful, I was pleased to take a compliment. I admire women greatly as a concept. So to be praised by a real woman on my appearance is as good as it gets.