Can't help you there but I applied for me sex change thingy but a bit slow over here,NHS is were it's at.
Some time in the future you will learn that getting married is a mistake. But am no bitter, no siree bob. Fuddy's are where it's at
Minding your own business having a quiet game of pocket billiards when the front door goes. Answer it to find its the Avon Lady and her hot lezzer pal from next door who ask if you can come over and fix their boiler. One thing leads to another and just as you're all about to pile onto the four-poster the front door goes. You walk down the stairs to answer it and suddenly you're back in your own house playing pocket billiards again, the front door goes and you answer it to find the Avon Lady and her pal and at that moment you finally realise you have been trapped in an alternative reality caused by a glitch in the space / time continuum and are condemned to live this moment over and over again. Possibly for all eternity. It's **** when that happens. Relatively speaking.