I'd love to show you a photo, but the risk of identity theft is too great. But I've got it at last. My new passport with the 'F' for 'female' in the sex box! I sobbed with joy when it arrived. Couldn't believe it. They have accepted my representations on femaleness. It's official. I will be strip-searched by another woman at the airport. I will go Holloway Prison if I commit a crime. I can be Miss World. I can be a weather girl on TV. Yes! Yes!
The driving licence application has now been posted. They check my ID with the passport people (this must be 'joined-up government'!), but nevertheless I'm enclosing a letter from my GP confirming my permanent adoption of the female life, and her request that I have the female marker on the licence. I hope that works.
In two weeks time I want to sashay over to Volvos and go vroom-vroom in their test car. It'll probably sound like a tractor, but if I pull off a double whammy with both passport and licence in the bag, then I will burst with total euphoria!