Well, a surprise yesterday, with an e-mail at work sent to my male name from someone I used to work with many, many years ago (80s). In summary, "Hi, remember me? Living back in Abergwaun* now, someone from Dover says you are writing books now, how you doing? I was in a writing group, any tips?"
[My reply]

"Oh! Astonishing! But hey, no problem. Can we talk about writing? I think I'll buy your books"

Conversation massively trimmed, but it sums up what I try to push in my stories: the world holds a lot of arseholes, but an awful lot more decent, accepting, lovely people.

*Sarah's family home in 'Cold Feet'