Dad and mum dropped me off here earlier. Yesterday was quite interesting: we were having a very late breakfast in the bank corner – me, Lyn and denny – after which the plan was to put Lyn on the bus to Crewe train station. However, we were leaving the restaurant as the bus whizzed by, and the next one would have been too late for Lyn’s train. Oh bugger! What were we gonna do? Denny tried to get a taxi – no luck. I was just starting to panic, then I had an idea: Dad. My father knows how to handle cars; he can get places quickly. That is not to say he breaks any laws, but….

So denny called dad, and we ran back to campus to wait. A short, somewhat nervous while later, I saw the family van come round the corner. So it was that my dad met my girlfriend at last; it wasn’t as scary as I’d feared. Dad just said ‘hi’, and helped denny put Lyn in the car. Then we were off, my dad using the precise skills we needed. In the end, we got to the station in good time, I kissed L goodbye, and Denny wheeled her into the station.

We headed back here to pick up my washing, then headed for home. Dad is my current hero: truth be told, it’s quite an unusual situation he’s in – having a son going out with a transsexual almost twice his age. He’s coping really well with it, as is mum. I had been worried about how they’d meet – dad has a nasty habit of accidentally scaring the living daylights out of our girlfriends, and he and Becca did not get on at all – but in the end the meeting went well. I think it was precisely the emergency we needed.