No, I haven't lost my head. I've simply put in place the last document needed to complete my collection of 'identity papers', the papers I need to confirm that I am indeed Lucy Melford, born as a girl named Lucy D--- in 1952. I've executed a replacement Deed Poll that links Lucy D--- on my new Birth Certificate with my present name, Lucy Melford.
The original Birth Certificate, the Deed Poll on 1 November 2009, and the Gender Recognition Certificate can all now be put away. They will not be needed any more to establish my identity. So if I ever get married again, or emigrate, or stand for Parliament, or any of the somewhat unlikely things that I might do in the future, I am covered. I simply produce the new Birth Certificate and the new Deed Poll.
It may seem rather a fuss about not much, but believe me, this is has all been terribly important to me. And now I have a big sense of 'job well done'. I do enjoy clearing up loose ends! It's especially pleasing because it's been done and dusted before I go off down to Cornwall next week. Nice to go off with an important task ticked off, and not just endlessly pending.
This said, it's not something to make into a conversation-piece at my Family Gathering next Saturday, to mark my 60th Birthday. I'm guessing that most people (unless working in the legal profession) wouldn't see why I needed to execute two Deed Polls, and wouldn't be in any way interested to know.
Rather more people might get engaged with the idea of a new Birth Certificate, although my instinct is to play that down. It's one thing to present yourself as a woman, one thing to mention that you actually possess a Gender Recognition Certificate; but something tells me that it's quite another to mention that you have a new Birth Certificate that Rewrites History. A lot of people might baulk at that, and say that it can't be right to allow it, and a contentious discussion on those lines is the last thing I want on a day of togetherness and jollity. So mum's the word.