“A woman is… (drum roll)… (pause for suspense, like they do on X-factor and Bake Off)… IS A WOMAN!!!”

Oh, thank God for that, say the women, the feminists and JK Rowling.

Boo, say all those trans-people who spent at least some of their lives as men, other times as transvestites and part of it as full-fledged woman, apart from lacking a womb, or anything else which would be considered womanly. I don’t mean a handbag. They may possess a penis, but that’s optional.

The Supreme Court, no less, has finally decided that unless you were born a female, you are NOT allowed in a women’s prison, a women’s changing room, a women’s public toilet. And that’s IT! No exceptions. No stupid Scottish men putting on a wig and saying that they’re ’a woman’ when on a charge of rape and wishing to be sent to a woman’s prison. Which the Scots, because they’re inherently stupid, or so ‘woke’ that common sense was not given any consideration, agreed to.

As a feminist, which I am, and one with both daughters and granddaughter, I want safe spaces for them. In shops, in the gym, and in public toilets. I don’t want them followed in there by some burly Scottish pervert claiming he’s a woman.

How this impacts on ‘fully’ trans women I don’t know, and I feel for them. If they’re no longer in possession of their natal ‘meat and two veg’, they still won’t be allowed into the ladies loos. And a urinal may cause difficulties.

On the way home from the Cotswolds yesterday we visited the Boat Man. Because he’s on the Thames. And we were on the A40 which, basically, follows the River all the way from deepest Gloucestershire, back to London. So at the appointed spot, I turned off towards that river and met up with ‘the boat’ moored near Wallingford. That’s in the countryside. Bit like a Cotswold, but flatter. And he’s on his way to Reading to get solar panels fitted to the top of the boat. Not much use if they’re on the underside really. So that he can welcome Greta Thunberg if she ever gets lost and ends up by the river. Once he has the panels, he’ll be perfectly, greenly, save-the-planet-ly, self sufficient in renewable, non-carbon, un-fossilised electricity!!! Shame that the boat still needs diesel to go anywhere but what can ya do? Float there?

There’s only one toilet on the boat so we resolved the gender issue by letting Mel use the loo whilst we pissed over the side into the river. We’re totally ‘on message’.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx