Several times I’ve been asked why I have not written an autobiography. The answer is that writing fiction is more fun. A second answer is, I’m boring. My wife and I are just another old boring, married retired couple, with just that one little thing that makes us different—we were both brought up in the opposite gender to what we are now. Big whoop, right?
Then we met and married and changed genders and lived happily ever after. The end.
She’s older than I am so her story starts earlier, but our lives dovetailed with each other’s at precisely the right time. How did we get from point A to B?
By long and different roads, through tangled woods with no map.
