Tammy's Summer Diary follows Testing Times for Tammy and it's recommended that you read that first or you will get very confused very quickly! It also ties into Unaccounted Gains.

Monday 22 June 2015

Dear Diary, here we are again. It's a bit corny, but I have to start somewhere.

It shouldn't have been much of a surprise to find Sophie at Wick Airport boarding the same flight, one of the problems had been not knowing the depth of Leanne's treachery. Whilst only Pru, who'd booked the tickets, plus Mum and Dad, had known the actual flight details, could Leanne have overheard us or even seen the tickets?

I was therefore not utterly amazed when, at Birmingham International, instead of catching our connection to London City, we flew to Gatwick instead. They're both London airports, but even I knew there was a world of difference between the two destinations.

I queried Sophie, quietly, but she really wasn't the talkative sort.

Once we landed at Gatwick she led me to one of the long stay carparks and hopped into a black Landrover, one I'd seen in Cornwall over Easter. Twenty minutes later we were at a industrial unit that claimed to be 'Thames Avionics'. She told me we'd be staying here, but from the outside it just looked like an office and a workshop.

Inside there was a security card reader on a door by the sales counter, she told me to use my Caithness Marine card on it and, surprise surprise, it worked!

That led us into an open plan area with a kitchenette off to the side. It was setup as a meeting room. My training would start here, she told me.

Thursday 25 June

We've been at it for a few days now, I can't say I'm enjoying the 10pm bedtimes or the microwave meals, although last night's pizza wasn't bad.

The training hasn't been all bad, mostly to do with operational security and that sort of thing. There was even an hour on how to fill in time sheets and expense claims!

I've had several guest trainers, folk I've never seen before. Sophie really doesn't want to be seen as a teacher so gets on with other things during the day and lets the trainers loose on me.

When it's just the two of us, again, we talk and I try to fill in any gaps in knowledge she has about Thurso and the strange happenings there. I suppose you could call it a debriefing but it's more like a chat. I'm not really a telly nut so I don't have that to occupy my down time. Very soon, however, I'll have to download some new music onto my player and a few new books onto my tablet.

The bed's not too bad but there's no natural light other than a few roof vents in the open area, so it's difficult to gauge what the time is without looking for a clock. There appears to be a phone jammer in use so I've turned my mobile off for now.

Saturday 27 June

Sophie told me last night that we're moving in a day or so, apparently we came here to throw anyone off my scent. All was quiet however.

Thankfully the internet here was pretty good, Jeri sent me an email saying she'd already had a bust up with Tanya, who was at the school for a health and safety course. Of the pair of them, Jeri is definitely the stronger willed, but Tanya wouldn't accept that.

Lori also emailed me, she's at home now and is resting. Her mum's talking to solicitors about suing the school, as Elsie feared. Lori doesn't blame the school, just Tony Thompson, the caretaker and arsonist. She wants to return next year to complete her A levels but wouldn't be able to do that if her mum goes through and sues. I hope they settle it in a friendly way.

My training had moved onto surveillance and counter-surveillance and I must admit I learned alot. I wish I'd been shown some of this beforehand, it might have stopped a pile of trouble.

Sunday 28 June

We went out to lunch today, there wasn't any training going on as it was Sunday. What was clear was just how close to Gatwick Airport we were, planes were taking off or landing every few minutes and the noise was quite intense. Inside the unit you couldn't hear any of it. I would have liked to have eaten in the pub garden but it was impossible to hold a conversation so we sat inside.

When we returned Sophie had me recount what each of the diners around was wearing, who was partnered to whom and anything else I could recall. A few months ago I wouldn't have worried about that kind of detail but now it was becoming second nature.

Instead of going back to the unit we'd headed for the M25 and driven under the Thames at Dartford. I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I remember is us arriving in an underground carpark. I'd been here once before, at Easter. Somehow my bag and all my bits had arrived here before me.

Monday 29 June

It was really nice being able to have a swim in the morning, before breakfast. I'd pack one swimsuit in my hand luggage and the rest of my beachwear was waiting at Newquay airport for me.

I was given a full medical today, my arm's still sore where my blood was extracted. What was worst though was the physical examination, including the use of stirrups - ugh!

I went for a walk in the gardens after that, just before it started raining. There were other people there, some in police uniform, apparently Abigail Adams House is a Met Police training centre. Sophie wasn't around much, in fact I'm not even certain she's staying at the house.

More classroom stuff today, more on counter surveillance. I was in bed by nine, exhausted.

Wednesday 1st July

I was taken into the firing range today and instructed in using a pistol. I wasn't keen on it and asked if I would fail the training if I didn't want to shoot anything? They laughed and told me it wasn't a course and there wasn't anything to fail. It was explained to me that although I probably wouldn't ever carry a weapon, it was useful to at least know which way round to hold it!

It turns out I wasn't too bad but I was really grateful when I returned it to the range officer.

I had an email from Dad at lunchtime asking how I was. I'd been warned to not write anything about the place but apparently the building's official purpose was well known and I could say where I was. I wasn't too happy about that so just said I was near London.

The food here is fantastic, really brilliant. I'm swimming every morning and I've used the gym a few times too.

Suzie came to see me this afternoon, we were able to take a walk in the gardens and found a freezer full of ice-creams near the lake. When we got back to the house we met with Jenny, Suzie's and Heather's boss. Mine too, I suppose.

Jenny told me about some of the work her unit does, and where I can fit into that. When she told me about the money laundering at the University I was really shocked, especially when she said that was the reason I was hired.

It does seem like a silly thing, but why were they investing in me? Then again, does anyone actually have a career plan that starts with: leave school, join spy agency?

Thursday 2nd July

If I thought I knew how to use a camera, uh oh, I was wrong! I had my official camera with me so this technician went through it with me, one step at a time. I learned more about photography today than ever before. Tomorrow we're using photo editing software to tease information out of a photo even if it's out of focus.

Sophie came by to check on me and seemed to be pleased with my fitness when she challenged me to a run around the gardens. Apparently my blood's fine and that crazy glucose figure last month was a blip, nothing more.

I found a plaque in the garden dedicated to the staff and visitors lost due to a terrorist account on 22nd August the previous year. I asked Sophie about it, both she and Heather were in the building when it was attacked. I figured I've been in some crazy situations but nothing compares to that, especially when people were killed. The building was named after one of those people, apparently.

Friday 3rd July

Suzie came back and sat with me as we went through the existing evidence against the University. Of course, the University for the Highlands and Islands wasn't knowingly laundering money but a couple of employees in senior non-academic positions were suspected of manipulating the finances.

I was fully expecting the name Trethgarwyn to crop up but I was disappointed. The main target was Martin Gore, who was responsible for buying services. He was apparently very good at covering up his work as there was never a discrepancy. I looked at the figures, this would require some work on the ground, something I couldn't do yet.

I asked why the police weren't handling the investigation and Suzie told me the other players were Russians and Chinese, the university could lose hundreds of overseas students from these lucrative markets if a full scale investigation was launched when there was so little corroborating evidence. So, see what I could find out and report back.

Sunday 5th July

Another exercise today, this time at a pub near Bishop's Stortford where they served the biggest Sunday lunch I've ever seen. Sophie was my driver and Dave Brown joined us. He wanted to talk about the school.

Apparently the Head is thinking of retiring, but there's no way they could find a replacement before September. So, Dr McIntosh has been persuaded to stay until the end of next year and the search for a replacement will start in the autumn.

Dad hasn't said anything of this to me so I guess it's not public news. Mike Thompson, the deputy head, is retiring next week and will be replaced in time for the new school year.

Of course, Dave was trying to distract me from the task of watching the other diners.

I asked how long I would have to stay at the house and was told that I could leave whenever Jenny was satisfied with my progress. Of course I could quit, but then I wouldn't see Heather.

Dave came back to the house with us and said he'd be monitoring me, that was fine ans he's a really sweet man. Apparently he used to run the finance investigations team, which Jenny now heads up.

Monday 6th July

The start of my second week in this house and the third week of my summer break, and I still haven't seen a beach. My tan is coming along though, and I've lost weight. They put me on a running machine today and tested my oxygen levels, apparently I'm still healthy. Some more blood was taken today, I didn't ask why and probably wouldn't have been told.

That took us until lunchtime and nothing was scheduled for the afternoon. I caught up with some emails, it looks like the school is going to settle with Lori and offer her a place in order to revise and resit her exams, she'll return after Christmas and can have a dorm.

John's back in Thurso and he and Tanya moved into the cottage over the weekend. Tanya has already moaned that she can't go into town when she wants to because John is out of town working with Smith, Smith and Smith Solicitors. It seems she's missed the school bus a few times and swore at one of the drivers, so she's been banned for a few weeks.

Jeri got her provisional driving licence and started her intensive course today. She sounded really positive but took a dislike to the instructor when he asked if she wanted a booster seat.

Angela has managed to get a job in the Dunbar in the crèche. I didn't even know she'd applied, so that was a surprise. She's bought a moped so she can get into town. I wonder if I recognise her when I get back.

Mum and Dad's wedding is 29th of August so I'll have to go back there for a fitting, mum's chosen the bridesmaids' gowns but won't tell me, Sarah passed on my figures. Can't a girl have any secrets?

I had an email from Sandy Franklin announcing auditions for Guys and Dolls on 5th September, Ian has stepped down as director for the youth theatre and they want me to direct the next play! Sandy would still be musical director.

Sophie and I are going to Enfield tomorrow to take surveillance photos in the shopping centre at Burnt Oak. What could possibly go wrong?

Tuesday 7th July

Dear Diary,

That was truly awful, it wasn't a debrief it was a slaughter. I was in tears and no-one offered me a tissue.

One of the police officers at the house, Justin, had taken me to Broxbourne railway station so I could get a train into Enfield. I was on my own but that bit was easy. My task was to locate Sophie and find out who she was meeting. All I knew was where she would be at eleven.

It started well enough, she was exactly where I knew to find her but in the split second when I checked the time for my log, she'd gone. I wanted to run but part of the training had been to avoid bringing attention to myself.

It took ten minutes for me to track her down, I finally saw her in a coffee shop on the piazza. I was looking for her at eye level and she was hiding in plain sight sat on a chair. Don't make assumptions, they told me, don't make assumptions.

I ordered a drink from one of the other outlets and used my phone to snap a few pictures of her and anyone nearby. I almost missed it when she got up to leave.

I really wished I could have brought my usual camera and a long lens but it would have looked weird inside a shopping centre, plus I would have needed a camera bag for the spare lenses. It was quite a warm day so I was in shorts and a t-shirt, with a small shoulder bag, trying to blend in.

Sophie was off again and wandered into one of the women's fashion stores. Now, I don't see Sophie as the girly girly type, I've never seen her shopping so I guessed this was a time waster. My problem, I didn't want to look out of place so I started to look at stuff, I could do with another swimsuit!

Of course, I lost Sophie, that wasn't that the idea after all?

I found her about fifteen minutes later, but some of that time was while I was waiting to pay for my swimsuit in Primark. Dave Brown was now with her, they were sat in a different coffee shop. I did what I could to take photos and didn't spot the police officers behind me, apparently security had called them.

They told me there had been complaints, that I was harassing other shoppers. I couldn't say what I was really doing so I said I was on assignment, I had my press card with me and showed them that.

I thought that would be enough but they said my press card was worthless as it wasn't a nationally approved one. I told them I had got it in Scotland and I was working for Europe Exposition Magazine, but that didn't help as they just claimed it wasn't valid in England and the magazine was a made-up name.

Then they asked if I'd told the shopping centre management that I wanted to work there? Did I have permission? Of course I didn't so I claimed innocence and ignorance.

All this time Sophie had stayed but Dave had gone. Out of the corner of my eye someone else arrived and sat with her, I really wanted a photo.

I pulled my phone to the side and tried to take one while I had a clear view of them, but without alerting the officers. A few seconds later I was being handcuffed, so much for stealth.

I was taken back to their car and put in the back while they ran checks on me, of course that created more hassle as my police records are locked, no-one under Inspector level can see them. One of the coppers starting shouting at me, so I burst into tears; damn hormones.

They said I would be taken to Enfield police station but we ended up at Enfield Town railway station, I was told to get on a train out of town. I had no energy to argue, Justin was waiting for me at Broxbourne to take me back to the house.

I didn't want any lunch so I went to my room and cried myself to sleep.

At three the housekeeper woke me and said I was needed in the study. That's when the nightmare started up again.

Everything I'd done was pulled apart and thrown back at me, every decision was analysed and ridiculed. I got my own back with the sly photo of Sophie and the stranger, it was a bit blurred but was usable.

I had to describe my humiliation at being arrested, then Sophie asked if I'd been cautioned? I hadn't, so it wasn't an arrest, it was a stitch up. I could have been grabbed by fake officers and I wouldn't have known. I got really angry, especially when Sophie said she'd briefed the coppers, real coppers, and told them it was an exercise.

I was ready to chuck it all away, I hadn't been in control and it hurt like crazy. I didn't want to go back through that again, ever.

Wednesday 8th July

Another day, another exercise. I did go through it again.

This time we went to Brent Cross, that's where Dad, Angela and I were going last December when my mum, my birth mother, ended up causing traffic hell for everyone in that part of North London.

So, it went easier this time. I didn't try to follow too much and I learnt from Sophie's actions the previous day. Don't make assumptions, they said, but people are creatures of habit.

I sorted out a position in the food court and had a drink in front of me to sip. I was playing with my phone and took the odd picture of the art that was there. I also smiled at the security guards when they came round.

Someone else saw my smile and this lad, about eighteen, invited himself to my table. Of course Sophie had just arrived in the area and this guy was blocking most of my view. Anyway, we chatted and I randomly took pics of him and the surroundings.

We chatted a bit more and, I'm sorry to say, I did flirt a little. I didn't get a thrill out of it but I think he enjoyed the experience. Sophie now had a man sat with her but I couldn't get a clear shot.

My bladder was playing up and I needed a wee. I made my excuses and quickly walked to the ladies but as soon as I turned the corner I doubled back out. Sophie and her friend were stood, ready to part and I got a really sharp photo before my bladder emergency alarm went off.

When I came out neither was anywhere to be seen and my flirt was gone. I think his name was Gary, or Gareth, or something. Nice blue eyes though.

The debrief wasn't as bad this time and they hadn't spotted my doubling-back. I still couldn't name the man she'd spoken to but that was less important. I happily filled in an encounter report and submitted it.

Thursday 9th July

Suzie spent the whole day with me, showing me how to use the online tools to research someone's finances and personal history. Some of the tools were available to the public, most people leave a trail of evidence across the internet from the time when they're at school and throughout their working lives, just use intelligent searching.

Some of the financial tools needed special accounts on websites and she gave me the logins, other tools could only be used through the Security Service Intranet, she suggested I looked myself up and I was amazed at the depth of information available; this really was an eye-opener.

After lunch we sat to do some real work, checking Martin Gore out. What we were looking for were accomplices, financial and other records of connections to others. He was single with no dependants and was only twenty five, a high flyer? His photo, taken at his graduation two years ago, showed him to be a handsome man. I think my eyes lingered on him for a little too long as Suzie gave me a slap!

Dave checked in with us just before dinner and said he was going home. I didn't ask where that was and I probably wouldn't be told.

Friday 10th July

Suzie stayed overnight and we did some more work in the morning but straight after lunch Justin drove us to Stansted Airport. We had tickets in the names of Beccy Adams (me) and Sarah Jones (Suzie), we'd last used those identities at Easter when we'd flown out of the Scilly Isles.

We flew into Glasgow so we could meet up with Angela and mum at a bridal shop. Mum had taken Angela to see the Professor a week earlier and had found this gorgeous peach dress for herself in a shop off Argyle Street. Thankfully she hadn't reserved a dress anywhere else. Suzie had made the reservation in our fake names at the Glasgow Central Hotel and even had a Sarah Jones bank card. She told me I needed to make this trip without leaving any evidence that I had been to Glasgow.

My biggest worry was my phone, it leaves traces of evidence everywhere! She said to disable data so Facebook and the rest couldn't connect but I needed to make and receive calls so that was a bit of a kludge. Maybe I'll get a disposable phone for such times in the future?

Mum and Angela met us at eight, they'd had a long journey from Thurso and mum had worked until lunchtime, school was still open for the lower years and the year 11s were in the midst of their GCSE exams. Tanya was apparently taming herself after the Head threatened to tear up her contract and throw her out of the cottage. Today would be the first time she was the duty Welfare Officer, I just hope she can cope?

We had dinner in a restaurant not far from the hotel and caught up with gossip, Angela really wanted to ask me what I'd been doing but mum tried to stop her. In the end I said I'd been to two shopping centres that week and she accused me of not being interested in my training!

Saturday 11th July

Three bridesmaids! I'm sure the shop assistant would have preferred eight or ten year olds instead of us, especially when I thought she wasn't doing her job right! Mum gave me and Angela a dressing down in front of the other customers, I guess I deserved it.

By the end of the morning we were pretty sure that we wanted the frocks and that they would fit. I can't say I found it pleasant being stood in the dressing room in just knickers, especially with Angela and Suzie in similar states. Thankfully this wasn't the first time we'd bared nearly all but, even so, it was a strange experience. Angela was not happy at all, she still has to use enhancers to help her shape and I don't think she wants stick ons.

I was really getting excited about the wedding but it was still six weeks away. We'd have to come back here in five or so weeks for final fitting, that was going to be a bind from Cornwall.

We had lunch and then went our separate ways, Angela and Mum were taking the train from Glasgow Central while Sarah and Beccy were flying to Newquay.

It's never that simple and we were pulled over at the security check. I still had some identity documents hidden in my make-up bag but my handbag was devoid of anything with my real name, all that was there was my fake passport. I didn't have any bank cards, driving licence or store loyalty cards, that was apparently a problem as no-one travels like that unless they're hiding something. Sarah, on the other hand, had almost a complete identity kit in her bag.

The security guard decided I needed to be searched, given that I was in a short skirt and a simple top there really wasn't anything to search. We were in danger of missing our flight!

The baggage search was pitiful, not really a deep search and he didn't look in my make-up bag!. I just tried to explain that I'd picked up the wrong shoulder bag that morning but that wasn't enough. Then they called Special Branch to check me out.

Perhaps they should have done that at the beginning, it seems 'Beccy Adams' was on their database with a special flag telling them not to ask questions!

We just made the flight to Manchester and thankfully the connection for Newquay was on time. I was worn out when we arrived, but no-one had explained why Suzie was in Cornwall with me. She had hired a car so we drove to the cottage to meet Heather.

Jo met us at the door and told us which rooms we were in, Heather was in her own room doing something and couldn't be disturbed.

Sunday 12th July

Dear Diary,

Jo warned us last night that Heather was still recovering from surgery but I wasn't told what it was. The upshot was that she wasn't driving very far and had to frequently rest. We were told to never go to her room, even if she was needed on the phone.

That worried me, I mean she looks okay but is tired at times. Suzie didn't seem fazed, but at least I now know why she's here. With Heather being a part timer, she won't be available to put me through the real training. The plan is Suzie stays for a week but Jenny's allowed her to stay for two just in case. We'll work some real cases and report back to Jenny.

Today was just about settling in, Heather gave Jo the day off as Suzie and I would help out. It also meant we could talk about work stuff without being overheard.

Heather brought me up to date with things that had been going on, then told me she was recovering from GRS. I was so amazed, I just wouldn't have guessed. Suzie already knew so was smirking at me! So Heather tells me about her surgery but Suzie has to leave the room in a hurry.

I told her I thought I could have mine done in the winter but was thinking of putting it off - but if I didn't get the second signature then all bets were off.

She told me the Royal Navy arranged her surgery and their shrinks cleared her. I had guessed the answer already but I wondered when she knew I was TG? Last December apparently!

So I was wondering about my recovery and she said I was young and fit, I'd get over the surgery faster than her, especially as she'd had a tumour to deal with at the same time.

Heather told us the sad tale of a Syrian refugee who had perished next to her car in the local Tesco carpark. Heather had been asked to attend the inquest, which was in about two weeks time in Truro.

It took some time but eventually I spotted an engagement ring on her finger, I demanded details! Heather said that she'd seen Sophie for a few days and had proposed as soon as Sophie was back here. They'd gone shopping for rings the next day. I was so pleased for them, they've been a couple all the time I've known them.

So I asked about the wedding, Heather told me that they're working on it but Sophie is away much of the time at the moment. Given that Sophie spent two weeks in Scotland and then two more weeks with me near London I know how true that is.

So they're trying to arrange it in August. Then Heather asked me to be a bridesmaid!

I could see that Suzie could have been a bit jealous but she has to be back in London in two weeks, latest. Both Suzie and I have to be in Glasgow on the 25th of August for our dress fitting, don't know how we're going to do that yet.

Suzie told Heather about my problems at Glasgow Airport so Heather sent me into the office to write a report for Jenny. That took until lunchtime.

It was very warm, far too warm for a wee lass used to Scottish weather. There was no point in cooking a roast dinner so I barbecued some mackerel on the grill, hopefully doing a better job than my father would have done, no disrespect intended if he ever reads this diary!

I fell asleep in the garden and missed the clearing up duties, but was a little red when I woke as I'd forgotten sun lotion. I grabbed a shower to cool down then rejoined Heather and Suzie.

We chatted about my school, family and friends. Suzie knew most personally and Heather knew many through my reports. Heather rang for a pizza around six and I was in bed by nine, shattered.

Monday 13th July

I did more than catch the sun yesterday, my first full day in Cornwall of the summer. Jo was there this morning and found some after sun lotion for me, I really should get some.

There was a reply from Jenny. My full identity pack for Beccy Adams wasn't ready in time for my side trip to Glasgow but would have been if we'd come straight here from London. It'll arrive by courier later.

Apparently I passed my training, at least this phase of it. Considering all the stress they put me through I really aren't sure I'd done as good as I could? I finished the morning by being shown where everything was in the office, including the weapons.

I'd passed on the range but that was all. I didn't have a licence, or certificate, or whatever it was and I'm pretty sure that if I take one of those guns outside I'll be arrested! Part of the training was to stress how I wouldn't have a 'Get Out Of Jail Free' card I could wave around with impunity.

If I committed a crime I could be prosecuted for it, this was not how it looked in the films.

We went for a walk in the afternoon, I needed a few bits of clothing that I'd forgotten. I really hadn't considered how warm it could be, or that I might need to cover my arms if, when, they got burnt. Heather told us about her taxi driver incident as we walked down the hill.

Heather seemed to take it calmly but I don't know how I would have coped. I've come close to being kidnapped but got out of it just in time, she was locked in a car with a fake taxi driver intent on robbery or worse.

Between that and the Syrian, I do wonder how she keeps using Tesco? I spotted signs for a Co-Op supermarket as well, would that be safer? We're not far from the station so I could hear the trains coming through.

Heather said she had a hospital check-up next Monday and suggested I went along with her. Suzie might be back in London and, anyway, isn't comfortable talking medical stuff. If I'm going to have the surgery done then I suppose it makes sense. Later, when Suzie was showering, Heather told me about dilating, that I was NOT looking forward to.

So we wandered around the supermarket, spending far too much time in the clothing section. I picked up some more shorts and a pair of sandals, before realising I would need a frock for Heather and Sophie's wedding and a different one for the hen night. I had one formal dress with me, just in case, but wasn't certain it would be suitable.

As we headed for the tills, a woman tried to walk out the door pushing a trolley load of electrical items, bypassing the cashiers. The security alarm went off and the woman started running, but proving that the trolleys were not built for speed. The one security guard went after her, except her wig came off! I wanted to help but Heather held onto me, reminding me not to get involved unless there was no genuine alternative.

Dave Brown had said the same to me, I could be a better observer if I only observed.

The man, he was definitely a man, tripped on his heels in the carpark and landed heavily. It was an easy stop for the guard and a store manager who'd joined in. A couple of minutes later uniformed officers were on the scene and another incident ended without my input. I could get used to this.

Somehow I just couldn't see Suzie becoming involved. We'd spent that time together at Easter but we hadn't done any more than watch what was going on.

We walked back with our shopping, Jo told us we'd just missed a courier and there was a package for me in the office. Suzie joined me, she told me to leave my own stuff in the safe and just carry the Beccy Adams documents while I was down. Apparently I could spend with the Debit Card and it would be deducted from any salary I earned.

What I was worried about, was what address Beccy lived at? The fake driving licence answered that one, it was an address in Redhill, Surrey. Suzie said it was used for various purposes but so far as Beccy was concerned, it was home. I had to remember the address in case I was ever asked it, any real mail for me would be forwarded, she said.

There wasn't an equivalent for my press card so I guess Beccy wasn't a trainee journalist. Instead she was a student at London School Of Accountancy & Business Studies. What a mouthful! At least I knew the subject matter.

Suzie explained again that I would be marked on how many times I gave my name or real details in public until I flew to Glasgow in a months time. That meant she was to be Sarah in public, this could get confusing.

Heather received a phone call late afternoon, shutting the office door while she took it. Jo was told to make up the last guest room for someone who would arrive Tuesday or Wednesday. Quite who it was, no-one was saying, even Suzie shrugged.

Tuesday 14th July

More cloak and dagger stuff this morning, the guest will be arriving tomorrow and Sophie is with her, a little slip confirmed that much. It was almost as if I knew who it was but I wasn't allowed to know in advance, that sort of thing.

Heather had an appointment at her surgery so I went along with her and introduced myself to her GP Dr Rachel Wilson. I explained I was on HRT and needed monthly blood tests. I started giving her the Beccy ID and had to start again, my medical records are in my real name! Heather was not impressed at my mistake.

Rachel asked why I was on HRT when I was so young, apparently there's nothing in my records to suggest I was ever male! That could prove to be interesting if I have to deal with an A&E department.

Can the Security Service do that, erase my former life? I doubt it, as I was told during my training, we leave little clues around us as we grow up. Removing all of those should be virtually impossible.

I waited outside the room while Heather was given an examination, then a nurse called for Beccy to go into the treatment room. Yeah, I didn't recognise my own name. So Wendy has put me on their visitor list as Beccy but my national record is still Tammy. Yep, I'm confused.

We had lunch not long after we got back to the cottage then Heather went for a lie down. Suzie and I continued our investigation into Martin Gore. His birth certificate showed he was registered as 'Petra Martina Gore', not a male name at all. Parents were Natalia Petrovska Sukovich and Martin Byron Gore, place of birth was unpronounceable.

We made a request for full records, and extended the search into the parents. What was going on?

Wednesday 15th July

Very little of the requested information had arrived overnight, There was no record of Martin Gore attending school in the UK, not even a Child Benefit application in his name. He had, however, studied in Glasgow at the Business School, from age 18 to 22.

Suzie showed me how to write up the case as we went along, so that someone else could pick up from where I finished, in case I couldn't finish.

Sophie had let Heather know she was leaving London mid morning and driving down, that meant any kind of an ETA was out of the question.

Suzie drove her and I into Truro, more shopping, lunch, shopping, coffee, shopping, wee, then back to the cottage.

I was getting a little worried at how much luggage I was going to have to take back with me. I was mostly wearing shorts or short skirts with light tops, mix and match stuff, so the suits I'd packed were completely unnecessary. I think I'd only worn two pairs of tights in the past three weeks, so much of my luggage was untouched. Perhaps We'll take it to Newquay and send it North?

I heard the front door open as I was heading out of my room, I had barely started down the stairs when a new voice screamed "Tammy!"

Thursday 16th July

I went through a complete roller-coaster of emotions last night and couldn't have written anything. It's seven in the morning and I'm trying to catch up.

So, this lady turns up last night, knows my name and I didn't recognise her. Sophie's stood behind her looking smug and Suzie's completely in the dark.

"Don't you recognise me?" Was the bleedin' obvious question, but I didn't, not at first. Then she tells me she's Danielle Jones, Chris Jones' mum.

Of course I need to know what's going on but Sophie cautions me that under normal circumstances I wouldn't even have met up with someone in Danielle's situation. She's under witness protection and doesn't use that name any more, but I can't know her new name. I can't tell her my alias either, so that's fair.

Seems she was getting bored in a safe house while her new life story is created and wanted to see me. She said I could help her with closure, as Chris felt he was closer to me than most of the sixth form. There was also the small issue of security, I was probably the only one from her son's life she could meet.

In his last days, following the attack on him, Chris had spoken about me and asked if I could go to the hospital. Sophie had been responsible for his guard and had expressly forbidden me from going there, but my name had obviously come up and Sophie had been forced to admit she knew me.

I'd been told that Chris died on the operating table but I had hoped, irrationally, that he had been spirited away and was still alive somewhere. Danielle was still finding it difficult to even say his name, even worse when it was one of her family who had effectively murdered Chris.

I said I'd have liked to have gone to the funeral, but this was done privately. What she does have, is Chris' ashes and asks if I would like to help her. Naturally I would do anything for her under the circumstances.

I had wondered how she recognised me, it turns out she was in the audience for West Side Story and Chris had been with her.

**

So, on Thursday morning we went to Perranporth on the North Cornish coast and hired a boat. Suzie stayed with Heather so Sophie drove me, Danielle and the urn.

We decided it was better to hire a boat from one of the locals, the idea was that we could scatter the ashes in the waters of the North Atlantic. I'd done some research before we left the cottage and it's perfectly legal in tidal waters off the UK coast, and I guess the Atlantic qualifies as tidal!

Sophie paid for the boat, it was one with an enclosed wheelhouse and open deck astern. This gives us a little privacy but I suspect the boat's main business is fishing. Thankfully it doesn't smell of fish and bait.

We go about half a mile off the shore and Danielle gets really tearful as she knows it's time to say goodbye for the last time. I'm no good either but I try not to lose it. She asked that we lifted the urn together, and then we both made a silent prayer before allowing the ashes to spill off the stern.

"He was like you." She whispered to me. I'd suspected that when I found out Chris had been seeing Jill, but everyone had denied it. Was that done to protect me? I just nodded back at her, it's hard enough on Danielle without adding this into the equation.

We walked along the cliff path for a bit when we got back, but it was difficult to get Danielle to tell me anything, especially with Sophie nearby. We were back at the cottage around three, after stopping at a café for lunch.

I had an email from Dad, Julie has resigned as cook even though there was no evidence she'd conspired like her sister. He's now interviewing for a housekeeper, Hilary is helping with security clearance for any suitable candidates, in the meantime we're borrowing Mary who normally works for Elsie.

Helen sent me an email from the Queen Elizabeth which was mid Atlantic. I don't think she realises she's classed as a companion to Elsie but she's enjoying onboard life and even acknowledges that the Open University course was a good idea. The course she was taking was BA (Honours) English Literature and Creative Writing, I hope she does well.

Jeri let me know that she and Tanya have settled down. The last of the boys has now left the school so they're planning for the new intake. The girls dorms are finished and contractors are starting work on refurbishing the boys dorms, installing new showers. She said there's a security door into the girls dorms to stop any of the boys sneaking in, the reverse isn't true yet. She's started her intensive driving course and it looks like Tanya might do likewise, especially as her first payslip is due soon.

Friday 17th July

Sophie took Danielle back, I guess, to London. I'm unlikely to ever see her again and I'm probably the last person from Chris' life she'll meet. I know she's been debriefed about her Russian family whilst our spooks try to round up any more sleeper cells. She divorced her MEP husband after evidence of infidelity came out of his expenses investigation so those ties have also been cut.

I'm really grateful that she allowed me to participate in that last act of her son's life. I just wish it hadn't come to that.

Suzie and I sat in the office most of today working through the information about Martin Gore that was trickling in.

Suzie's suggested that this could be a long investigation as we want to round up his co-conspirators. That might mean I come into contact with him in the Autumn, something I'm not keen on.

I wondered if this guy, who was born Natalia Petrovska Sukovich, was transgendered or whether there was some subterfuge going on? It was difficult to know. Of course, there could have been misidentification at birth, but seriously?

Heather and Jo went off shopping, probably looking at wedding dresses. I really don't know what Sophie would wear, her dress uniform? Does she have one? I've only see her in a skirt once, the rest of the time it's trousers, not leggings or jeggings. She runs in shorts and we managed a run today before breakfast, just the two of us.

She was helping me with observation while we were out, noting people and cars. It wasn't harsh like the exercises we did in London but it made a difference to how aware I am of what's around me.

Suzie received a call from Jenny and has to go back over the weekend as Jenny needs her. She's no longer deliberately training me, just guiding me through unfamiliar documents while we work the case between us. We can do that remotely so it won't be too bad. One of the questions we had to consider was whether to intercept his calls and internet. You have to have justification that would stand up in front of a judge so, no, we didn't go through with it.

Monday 20th July

Jo has the day off so I went with Heather to Derriford Hospital in Plymouth for her check up. I think I understand more about the journey now, the one that started that last day I pretended to be Tom and which won't be complete for a while. Heather's ahead of me but hasn't said anything about who she was before. I have very little to go on and I suppose that's best for her security.

She had an appointment with a shrink which I thought was strange seeing as the surgery's complete, but she surprised me further by saying it was my appointment.

The shrink was from the Royal Navy and he seemed to know plenty about me, was he the one who Prof Roberts mentioned when I saw him in April? I went through my story again, starting with those Saturdays in Sarah's shop last Spring. This felt different to those times I was with Jill, I wasn't seeking permission from him as apart from authority for GRS I had everything in place. I should have been wild at Heather as well but went along with it.

So we talked for about twenty minutes or half an hour and he's making notes throughout. Then, just when I sense we're done he asks me if I want the surgery? I'm not fantastic about the pain and the recovery time, but yeah, I want it.

He gets Professor Roberts on the phone and they discuss me, I was a bit uncomfortable listening to my feelings and emotions being aired in front of me, even if one of the them was five hundred miles away.

I naturally think we're aiming for a date in December at Glasgow Royal Infirmary then the doctor, Dr Fleming, finishes his call and asks if I would like the surgery here. I said it's a bit far to come after Christmas, so he absolutely floors me and says we can do it on Thursday, three days from now! If I want to think about it, then that's fine but they need confirmation today. They would also do my premed today and I have to stop my tablets straight away, I'm expected back at the hospital at six on Wednesday night.

This is happening fast, too fast. I find Heather and we head for the restaurant. My phone is already in my hand as I call Dad. He's shocked, but not half as shocked as mum, Joan. I'll speak to Angela later, I'm not sure if I can handle her right now.

Mum and Dad have reservations but it's my shout.

I got through the negatives, the ones about having the surgery so soon and the ones about having it at all. The positives are a given, but I wouldn't do it so I can have sex, it's about feeling whole. I went through all this with Dr Fleming but I want to explore it again under my terms.

Yes, I'll do it. We go back to Dr Fleming's room but he's busy so I leave a note with the receptionist, just one word.

I'm all over the place, like being drunk without having had a drop.

Heather's examination went well and she's not due back for three months. We didn't discuss my after care but I'll be with Heather, I know I ought to discuss it but I'm just too happy to worry about that right now. She wouldn't have set me up with the appointment if she wasn't prepared to help me afterwards.

Back at the cottage Heather asks Jo to come across, I didn't realise she only lives across the road. So Heather explains what was decided and Jo stands there with her hands on her hips and says "not you as well?" We have a good laugh and do a toast to the future, with orange juice!

Angela calls me, she's so happy for me but I did detect some jealousy, not in a bad way. Her time will come, in good time. I let Lori know and get an email straight back, she's calling me a lucky bitch! I probably am!

I send Jeri the news, but I don't hear back from her.

Wednesday 22th July

Yesterday was all about shopping, new undies, some modest nighties, that sort of thing. I bought a pay-as-you-go phone as well so I could leave my super encrypted phone at the cottage, I took transferred the SIM card over so I don't need to give anyone a new number.

The hospital rang in the morning and confirmed they're expecting Beccy to turn up, given that it's a military appointment, not a civilian one, I guess I'm not the first to have surgery under an alias. Dr Fleming's clearance means that he had to know both names.

Jeri got back to me, she takes her driving test tomorrow, she aced her theory yesterday. Tanya obviously heard the news and says she's over the moon for me, she doesn't tell me about her driving lessons, guess it's meant to be a surprise.

I've had Mum on the phone every few hours, she wants to come down but no-one will tell her the address. I really don't want her here, she couldn't do more than hold my hand. Jo's an SRN and experienced at after care for GRS patients. Then mum's worried I can't fly in four weeks, for the dress fitting. I'll be fine, I say.

Dad's pretty calm still, my bet is that he's researched everything. I found out my surgeon is Mr Hamilton, one of the country's best. Apparently I got a cancellation as he was due in Plymouth to do a few operations and someone failed their premed.

Heather drives me there and we arrive a little early. I'm booked in and shown to my room, Heather takes custody of my valuables and shortly after seven leaves the hospital.

I'm now on my own, ahead of me could be the most memorable day of my life?

Saturday 25th July

I ache everywhere and I'm effectively chained to the bed by intravenous and drainage tubing. I haven't been able to see any of my new 'equipment' but apparently the surgery went well. I saw Mr Hamilton just before they put me under, he's been back to see me today but is heading back to the Nuffield in the morning.

The other surgeon, Mr Carline, is a local man and will visit me until I'm discharged. Heather and Jo came to see me today but I can't have been much fun. The pain meds are being reduced but I was mostly out of it this morning. Right now, at ten in the evening, it's the first time I can hold a pen. I also can't sleep having dozed much of the day. I'm promised something to help me, but I really don't want a sleeping pill if possible.

I don't have my tablet here, Heather promises she'll return it to me tomorrow. It's also too late to have a newspaper sent from the hospital shop. I should have arranged for a few paperbacks if access to technology was going to be a pain! So the only thing I can do is write up my diary.

My surgery wasn't on Thursday, that was just a round or two of tests and the enema. I was given the horrid orange unflavoured drink called Picolax and had to drink several pints over a few hours. That had the most awful result on my gut, I spent hours in the loo, meaning that I had to wear a maxi pad most of the day and night. It was late on Thursday when Mr Hamilton came to see me and declared that I was fit for surgery, at seven on Friday morning.

From the time yesterday morning I was asked to count down in the operating theatre, I have no recollection of the day, only the odd flash. My throat's still sore where they inserted a breathing tube so I'm going through alot of water.

The nurses are lovely, really good. I'm down as 'Beccy' but I'm still getting used to that name so I didn't respond immediately a few times. I'm getting better at it, but it's still a problem if they're waking me to check on me. One nurse actually wanted to know if I was hard of hearing, or maybe there was another problem between my ears because I didn't respond to her! I couldn't tell her the real reason so claimed I was away with the fairies, her reply seemed to accept that, although she queried the sense in allowing me the surgery!

Sunday 26th July

I'm back in the land of the internet and I'm connected to the hospital wifi. The official line that we're taking is I'm here having a plumbing problem sorted, girls' stuff. It's a bit corny but will put off most from asking too many questions.

I've disabled my normal social media accounts while I'm down here so there will be no updates from me. It also means I can't follow my friends' trials and tribulations but it's a small price to pay for security. I'm blessed in one way that should help my stealthy life; Tom was invisible. Tom wasn't a prefect, didn't win prizes and didn't play in the first fifteen. Tom wasn't known outside of school and was barely known in school.

Of course there are folk in Thurso who knew that I'd transitioned but the ones with nasty attitudes are either dead, under investigation or in prison. I know that sounds callous but it's true. There may be others out there who have yet to cross my path but every step is being taken to keep my circumstances out of the limelight.

Talking of limelight, do I accept the director's job for Guys and Dolls? If I do then I really should get hold of a script and start reading. Are there different productions available? How do I go about licensing it? I guess I have time to do some research now but the casting call is on the fifth of September so I don't have that much time.

I've asked Tanya to keep an eye on facebook and flag up anything that's nasty. Hilary's promised to arrange for anything serious to be removed but Tanya doesn't know that, she just to tell her boss, my Mum.

I now have a Beccy Adams email account and am using that to communicate with Heather. She saw me this morning for an hour but I've had an otherwise quiet day. I managed to get a copy of the local regional paper, the Western Morning News, but no hope of getting The Scotsman this far from home.

I was allowed to have a look down below using a handheld mirror. To be honest I couldn't see anything really, it's swollen and looks ugly. Mr Carline promised it would look better in a few days.

The drains were taken out this afternoon but it's still wrapped up down there. I have a catheter so I'm peeing into a bag, no idea when I can get out of bed. I managed a Skype chat with mum, I created an anonymous account that has no relevance to Tammy or Beccy, just some random letters and numbers. No photo or bio details either.

Tuesday 28th July

I was starting to recover my appetite this morning so I managed a banana. My gut started making some strange noises soon after. The packing came out an hour or so later and so did the catheter. I managed, carefully, to step out of bed and use the loo. Okay, a nurse had to hold my hand. My wee went all over the place! My bed was stripped and remade before I could get back, but that allowed me the time to have a shower, supported by the nurse.

What I wasn't expecting quite so soon were the dilators. I had two, a thin one and a wider one, and was shown how to use them; there was no time for embarrassment. Lots of lubrication was applied. Heather had warned me, of course, but it's still something else to see the dilator glide into you? It wasn't comfortable, there was pain, but it's something that has to be done.

The local shrink Dr Fleming came by to see me, and jokingly asked me if I wanted to change my mind? He'll report back to Julian Roberts that all is good, I guess that means I won't see Julian again. Heather also visited and then Suzie turned up. That was unexpected but it seems that Mum had a word with her and then called Jenny. She took an afternoon train so she could do most of a day's work and will head straight back afterwards. She took a few snaps on her phone of me in the chair, nothing indecent! She'll send these to Mum and Angela; I'm not convinced that's a good idea but everyone's been told not to pass the photos on.

I needed the loo so asked Suzie to help me rather than summon a nurse. I warned her that I might make a mess so she stood back after helping me get onto the throne. I managed to eat something for tea, the first meal since last Wednesday morning. It might only have been scrambled eggs and toast, but it tasted good. I should get a proper breakfast in the morning.

Suzie had left when I needed to dilate, and I don't think I would have done it while she was there. I'm only using the small one, we'll try the bigger one tomorrow.

Thursday 30th July

I'm feeling better this morning, not as weak as the past few days. My appetite is back and everything seems to be in full working order. Mr Carline is happy, very happy. He's saying I can go home soon. Heather worked out how to use Skype so I save her the journey and we chat for half an hour. Tanya has been told how to get hold of me so I manage a video chat with her as well.

She still doesn't tell me about her driving lessons, but I know she had her first one on Monday and is doing two hours every evening. Jeri passed her test and is now looking at cars with my Dad's help. Her trust fund doesn't mature for another month so all she can do is look.

Elsie's in the Panama canal. She finally manages to speak to me and says the treatment went well. She's recuperating well, albeit under the guidance of the on-board doctor.

I get hold of Lori, she's doing well but won't be running a marathon again, not that she ran one before. If she's stuck with the NHS route to reassignment surgery, any hope of GRS will be a long and winding road. For all I know, the military is picking up the tab for mine, or is it the security service? I would have not been offered surgery in under two years of living as a female, probably much longer, if I didn't have access to private treatment. In any case, no surgeon would touch Lori until they know she can survive the physical stress of a general anaesthetic and surgery.

Dad tells me he and Elsie have come to a compromise, while she's away we can keep Mary as our housekeeper. That puts the decision to hire someone new off until the autumn. He tells me that Mary is not like Julie! As we don't have a maid everyone has to help with cleaning duties, apparently Angela is not impressed.

Dad will ask Elsie if we can borrow Anna one or two days a week. Even with Elsie away she has duties in that house, there's the two gamekeepers, Thomas the butler and the other cook to look after. Elsie's son Michael is living mostly with Mark, his boyfriend. I'm surprised Anna didn't go with Elsie, but Helen will help and the ship's staff will handle cleaning etc.

I've started dilating three times a day, it's a bit more comfortable, or maybe just a bit less uncomfortable. Nurses have turned up once or twice while I've been in a compromising position but no gaggle of students have been round, fortunately.

There is a day room on this ward but I don't want to wander, the fewer people who have contact with me, the better. There's only one major fault, they can't make coffee. Secretly I suspect it's decaff, or a very cheap brand. The tea's better so that's what I'm drinking in the mornings.

I'm really not certain why I'm still here, but I suppose it was major surgery. Given how things happen around me, I'm really grateful that everything's gone to plan - so far.

Saturday 1st August

I'm back at the cottage after being discharged just after lunchtime. Jo immediately sent me to my room to do the necessary and rest. I managed a shower when I woke this morning but it's really humid so I grabbed another one before dinner.

Heather's really surprised that I'm not showing the same awkwardness when walking as she did, maybe she was right about my recovery being faster? Mum had another long chat with me, *that* chat. As if I'm going to bed the nearest passing boy? That's so not on the agenda right now.

In all seriousness, I'm still not ready for a relationship, it really would be an inconvenience and the risk to my security is just too great. Oh, I look at what I've just written and it's come out all wrong. I wouldn't turn down a close friendship but it would be an extra concern, I'm just not as practised as Heather.

I'm sat in the garden writing this up, we've had dinner and I'm relaxed. It's a lovely evening, there's barely a breeze and I can hear the local bird population as they settle for the night. Even the midges have gone. I'm in a summer frock that Heather bought me as a welcome back pressie, it screams woman. I'm back on the pill, it feels different now; I know I can't get pregnant but it still feels different.

Monday 3rd August

Heather's got me an appointment with her GP. She takes my BP and half an armful of blood before taking a look. She's impressed, but I don't know how many other neo-vaginas she's ever seen? There was no blood on my liner this morning so I guess it's healing well.

Heather had told me that she had to have her stitches removed but apparently mine are dissolvable. My post-operative checkups will be at Treliske Hospital in Truro, Mr Carline holds a surgery there once a week. To say Heather's jealous is definitely an understatement.

Sophie arrived back last night, just in time for dinner so she's diverted Heather's attention away from me, which is good. I got the impression Sophie's helping with her dilation now, judging by the giggling I heard - oh TMI!

I'm okay with my own, but that doesn't stop Dr Wilson, Rachel, from checking that I'm following the care plan. She tells me that my last bloods, three weeks ago, were fine and she had a thankyou from Dr Adi. Quite what Dr Adelaide Sutherland will say to the latest news I can't even hazard.

Jo went with me to the medical centre but I'm doing fine, better than fine. There's no way I can go jogging again, not for a few weeks, but my only other restriction is that I can't lift anything and have to be careful sitting and standing.

I've never been into baths, it was really difficult at school to get a bath unless you used up a study period. Showers were easy, at worst there was a ten minute wait. I can now see the benefits of a bath, two mornings I bathed after breakfasting and dilating. There's no oils or smelly stuff in the water yet, just a cup of salt, but it helps. I shower afterwards before dressing for the day.

I'd almost missed today's appointment as I fell asleep in the bath!

Jo was needed at her cottage today and Heather had an urgent call she couldn't put off. That meant I went to see the GP on my own, the first time I haven't had someone within a few feet of me since I arrived at Derriford Hospital nearly two weeks ago. That felt odd. Everything feels different and I like it.

Friday 7th August

Heather drove me to Treliske Hospital for my appointment with Mr Carline, but no-one's told me which name I'm using here. I give them 'Beccy Adams' and my medical history comes up on the receptionist's screen, at least the bits she's allowed to see. Naturally the clinic is running late and I'm the third appointment, out of three.

The seats aren't comfortable but I've borrowed Heather's inflatable cushion as she doesn't need it any more. I've been using it in the office as I work for a few hours each afternoon. The arrangement is that Heather gets the office in the morning and I get thrown out if she needs it in the afternoon.

Mr Carline was really pleased and took some photos to send to Mr Hamilton, I made him promise they were for professional reasons only and the nurse was a little concerned. His normal area is gynaecology and I'm simply down for a gyno checkup after 'repair' surgery, obviously he knows the real situation but says nothing much while the nurse is in the room and my feet are in stirrups. So, what this means, is that Beccy is a natural female and anything in my history that says otherwise is carefully airbrushed away.

We went shopping after the appointment, I found a bridesmaid dress suitable for a fairy tale and some really naughty lacy lingerie. The knickers were actually a thong and I know I can't wear a liner but by the wedding that won't be needed, hopefully. I've never been able to wear a thong before so I hope it's the right decision.

Before Sophie went back to London they decided to fix the date, Friday the twentieth. I really didn't think you could get a date that soon but Heather managed it somehow, another cancellation? The invites went out on Monday.

We're making progress with Martin Gore, but now we've found a birth certificate in the name of Martin Ivanovich Goronov, issued two days after Natalia's certificate in the same Bulgarian town. That's a surprise, I assumed he was Russian but I hadn't read the document correctly, rule #1 - don't make assumptions! Fortunately Suzie had already spotted this and had fixed the case record, in my defence I can't read Cyrillic.

This still leaves a question, or two, who the hell was he?

Saturday 8th August

Heather's gone shopping and Jo's busy somewhere else, that leaves me alone in the cottage. I use the secure phone to speak to Dad, it might seem like overkill but I'm taking no chances. It's all quiet at Dunbankin' and even Thurso is quiet. Am I a trouble magnet? Well, nothing's happened here so far.

The doorbell sounded and I'm a bit wary. I make sure the chain is on and have a look through the spyhole. Outside there's a man in his twenties so I open the door. He's looking for Heather so I ask him why he wants her, apparently it's to do with the inquest that's starting on Monday. I politely say she's not available and is under orders from the coroner not to discuss the case. To be honest, I don't know if any such order has been issued but I do know she received a summons.

He of course believes I'm Heather and asks for an off-the-record quote after handing me his card but that isn't going to happen. I don't slam the door on him but he's made very aware I don't want to be bothered again.

Jo must have been watching and comes over, but the chain is still on. Unfortunately I'm already on my way back upstairs, causing me to turn around on the stairs, not as gently as I should have. I tell Jo about the conversation so she goes to the office with me and shows me how to access the CCTV. The relevant footage is sent to the security bods with a scan of his business card, Michael Harris was his name.

When Heather gets back and I tell her what happened she becomes very upset. She says it's only a hunch but he might be related to Vic Harris, a slimy journalist who had been tailing her and Sophie ages ago. He's been sent to prison after some sort of internet crime - she wouldn't tell me. So now she's on the phone to the security folks. Sophie was not happy when she heard the news.

I'm putting all the shopping away and starting lunch while Heather's making these calls but the office door is wide open so I can hear at least one side of the calls. When Heather makes it into the kitchen she's calmed down a bit and tells me she wished Inspector Willis was still at work. She really should tell his temporary replacement but does not like the man and can't disclose her real work to him. Sophie will let her boss, Emily, know and see if some discrete enquiries can be made.

It isn't long before Jenny's on the phone to Heather, but now the office door is closed so I didn't hear what was said.

Back at home we don't get many visitors but we're a mile or two out of town. The cottage, however, is in the town and close to the station. Even so, not many come by.

When things quieten down, Heather tells me she's been asked to do a private auditing job on a registered charity that's got into difficulties. Officially the Charity Commission has appointed her to see if there's an alternative to winding up the charity or whether there's evidence of fraud. The charity is based in London but she'll probably not need to visit the place.

Then she told me what the charity does, it campaigns against transgendered rights. I wondered how that could even be allowed to exist, let alone be a charity? Apparently it didn't start off like that but that's what it's doing now. Asking Heather to look at it could be purely circumstantial but I get the feeling that it might be destiny. Of course she'll be objective, she is a professional, then she'll rip them apart.

After lunch I go out for a walk, but I'm using Sophie's advice to watch for everything. I spot the journalist at the end of the road so I doubled back before he saw me. I hope he didn't get a good view of me but I'm not taking any chances.

I use the walk to go down to the railway station to pick up a current timetable. I could get the train times online but that wouldn't give me the exercise I need. It's downhill there and very uphill back. I make a diversion on the return journey and nip into a newsagents to buy some chocolate. I've never really been a chocoholic but some Cadbury's Whole Nut was needed. I picked up two bars, one for today and one for .... whenever.

I walked out of the shop and guess who's stood outside? I'm in no mood to answer his questions but my phone gets a pic of him from over my shoulder using the camera. I don't want to go straight back to the cottage as I don't have a key and Heather can take a minute to reach the door.

He's still trying questions and is easily keeping up with me, I've been warned not to run fr a few weeks. He plainly thinks I'm Heather and I'll do nothing to say otherwise, or to confirm his errors. There's a salon along the road so I stroll straight in and ask if they can attend to my mop - it's been a month since my last confes...cut.

I'm in luck and I'm in a vacant chair immediately. All I want is a maintenance trim, a tidy up. I see that they do manicures and pedis too so I ask for those as well. That'll keep me occupied for an hour or so, they can wax me on Monday if I want.

Of course we go through the usual questions, how long am I down? With my Scottish accent I'll never pass for a local. So I say I've finished my exams and I'm helping my accountant aunt before I go back to Glasgow, I muddy the waters a bit.

I also send Heather a text to let her know where I am, but do this openly as it reinforces my story. I also send the creep's photo while the girl's gone to get some more hair grips.

At some point it comes out that I've been in hospital and I make the girl feel sorry for me when I say I can't have children, there was nothing the surgery could do, but at least I can wee normally now!

She's your typical eighteen year old school leaver who did a two year hairdressing and cosmology course at the local college. Cornwall's not big on industry, unless you count tourism, and youngsters struggle to get employment outside the seasonal work. Many end up making a one way journey out of the county and not being able to afford buying there if they ever wanted to move back.

It felt good having my nails done, I couldn't see the hack through the window now so the coast should be clear. A message comes in from Heather, he's hanging around near the cottage.

The girl, Susan, says she's closing up after I'm done, I'm the last customer. I know she lives with her mum but it's only half past four so I suggest we go along to the pub and sit in the garden for half an hour.

I'm steering clear of alcohol but I fancy a long cold drink, she's not actually eighteen until next week so can't drink booze yet - not officially, anyway. I let Heather know what I'm doing and order some drinks. I get looked at by a few of the locals, they might have seen me around, but they'll just treat me as an emmett so there's no real problem.

Susan's gained a friend, her boyfriend Pete. His mate then joins us, all three were at Cambourne College so have known each other for a few years. The new guy's name is Daniel and I must admit he's good looking, they're both surfers so I ask them about North Fistral Beach at Newquay. Apparently there's a surf competition starting on Wednesday and they're both involved, did I want to go along?

Of course I'd have to check with my aunt, I said. Susan grabs my hand and drags me into the loos. Daniel's not attached she says, and there's a party on Tuesday night. He needs a partner for the party so why don't I tag along? I get Sue's number and it seems I'll have to create a Beccy facebook profile as that's how she really wants to communicate and it would create too many questions if I didn't. I need a Beccy phone number too, note to self.

We get back to the table and I am now wearing rather more lippy. Sue tells the boys I'm up for it and Daniel kisses me as if I've just agreed to be his girlfriend, but did I agree to a date?

We stay for a bit longer then they suggest meeting the following morning at the pool at the Murdoch & Trevithick Centre. That suits my exercise plan and I hope the chlorine won't give me any trouble.

We stay for another few drinks, but it's approaching six. Daniel insists on walking me to the cottage as apparently there are some nasty people out there. He steals a kiss just as the door is opened.

Heather threatens to ground me and promises to call my Mum. I don't think I was in danger and I'll ask Sophie to check the names of the three I just met. I point out that I sent my 'aunt' several messages but she hadn't seen the last two, including the one that I was leaving the pub. I promise I hadn't had a drop of booze!

I'm not going to win this argument so dinner's a quiet affair and I take myself to my room for a bit of the necessary, followed by a long shower. Beccy gains a facebook presence as I lay on my bed, it's not long before my online presence is noticed by the locals.

Sunday 9th August

We met at the leisure centre at eleven. Sophie has confirmed overnight that the boys, and Sue, were 'no trace' which at least means they've never been caught, or suspected, of anything. I wore my black bikini with the shorts as it doesn't advertise my body as much as some of the others. I'm not looking for a relationship, this is just some fun with my new temporary friends.

Sue pulls me into a double cubicle and strips straight away. I try not to make it look like this is new for me so follow suit. She's quicker than I am so asks me to hook her top while I'm still stood there starkers. She's nearly bursting out of her bikini and there's no doubt she wanted Pete's full attention.

Apparently Daniel's told all his friends about this great new bird. I'm so ready to walk out of there, what does a girl have to do to get some respect? Sue insists he's just larking around, he's really soft at heart.

There's floats and toys in the pool, as well as a slide. I explain to Sue I have to be careful after my op and that definitely means that I can't use the slide.

We actually had fun and Daniel was obviously very happy when he gave me a hug from behind. Sue had a little word with him about 'girlie problems' and he was a bit less randy and rather more respectful.

I like the attention but it's where it leads to that worries me. I really need to decide what I want, that talk with Mum last week was gaining relevance.

Heather had finally admitted this morning that she'd never had a relationship other than with Sophie, so did not know how to handle boys, or men.

We finish in the pool just after midday and Daniel walks me back to the cottage. I spot Michael Harris and I quickly explain how he'd been following me yesterday, harassing me. Daniel acted as my protector and uttered some nasty words just because I asked him to look after me. I doubt if Mr Harris will hang around near me, when a boy's there to defend me.

Daniel's just a boy I tell myself, nothing more than that.

Monday 10th August

I had an email late last night from Jeri, she's been waiting for her new passport and it finally arrived last week, just in time for a week on the Dead Sea. Apparently there's some evidence it can help her psoriasis. To be honest, her stress levels have plummeted since coming out to me, and her condition seems highly likely to be stress related.

One very interesting snippet of news, Tanya failed her driving test. Apparently she was not a pleasant person over the weekend, blaming everyone but herself. Jeri said Joan's told her to grow up, I really don't know if Tanya's capable of that yet.

I'd emailed Sandy Franklin about the Guys and Dolls script, she replied this morning. Iain had already sorted out the licensing and she'll send me an electronic copy of the script. I guess I've accepted the director's job.

There was a package for Beccy this morning, a new set of dilators, including one that looked massive! There was an apology from Mr Carline, I should have been issued these when I was discharged and he forgot again at our appointment last week, it might have been because the nurse was there? I won't be in a hurry to use all five, maybe just four for now? That reminded me, I created an Amazon account for Beccy last night and ordered a few tubes of lubricant, I'm not comfortable buying it in a store yet. I added some condoms to the order, but I'm not planning to have sex. It's something mum said to me when she touched on STDs, I have honestly never handled a condom and she said I'd best get familiar with them.

Heather went off to the inquest after breakfast, Jo went with her. That left me on my own again but I had no callers. I busied myself with some work, I'm still creating my Beccy persona so I added some schools and simplified my A levels, there's no need to show off! My spare phone had come with an unregistered SIM card so I enabled that, added some credit and popped it in the phone. I sent a text to Sue to confirm my number, I'd gone ditzy on Saturday and claimed I couldn't remember my new number.

I get a text back and she says Pete's Dad will pick us all up on Tuesday around six, she wanted the address. Heather wasn't around to argue so I gave Sue the cottage address. She calls and asks if I'm coming round for my wax? I'd forgotten and I can't get back in as I don't have a key, Heather also insists on deadlocking the door from the outside if we all go out.

My torture slot is re-arranged for the following morning, Viv will see me. Viv is Daniel's ex, apparently. I am so not prepared for any of this!

When Heather gets back around three she's not happy, she says it was a waste of time as all she could say was she saw the Syrian laying on the ground beside her car and a police officer stood over him with a tazer. It was compounded by Acting Inspector Underwood asking to see her, he's due here at five.

I gave Heather a hand planning the wedding, she hasn't booked anywhere for the reception and we're only ten days away from the big day. The wedding's at eleven in the morning in Pool, a couple of miles West of Redruth and there's a social club on the same site; we're in luck and they haven't got a booking, we can have a room until five. Caterers are the next problem, but how many will be coming?

The RSVPs total fifteen so far but we know there's a few invites that had to go a circuitous route as home addresses weren't known. The guesstimate is for twenty five. Heather doesn't have any family and Sophie's estranged from her mother. It looks like several of the Finance Team will be down, along with some Counter Terrorism Officers. I guessed at the time this might create a problem and that problem turned up at the door at half four.

Heather was not comfortable with Acting Inspector Underwood at the cottage, I called Jo to come over while I made tea and then joined them in the lounge. The Inspector immediately asked why I was there and Heather was quite abrupt, seeing how he was a guest.

It seems he's been asked to co-ordinate security for the wedding. He was less than complimentary when he found out that Heather's partner was also a woman, so I'm immediately uncomfortable. What he doesn't know is that the whole cottage is rigged with cameras, something I discovered when Jo showed me the system.

He also doesn't know what Heather's connection to all these spooks is, she said she has some very good friends and occasionally audits accounts for them, as a fully security cleared contractor. She asks him what he'll provide as Sophie won't be able to carry her weapon under her wedding dress? He's flustered now, but that's exactly why aunt Heather said it.

The best he can do is provide a traffic officer, who's likely to be called away to an accident on the busy A30 trunk road. Heather's not satisfied but doesn't argue the point. Instead she asks him when the interviews for the permanent Inspector job are? He replies that his interview is next Monday, he seems overly confident that the posting's there for the taking.

Heather's straight on the phone when he leaves, Jo tells me that this was a confrontation that had to happen. I just hope he doesn't get the job.

We're struggling to find beds for everyone. Suzie can stay in the cottage but I'll have to share a bed with her so Dave Brown and jenny can also stay, in separate rooms. Emily is flying down, and back, on the day so doesn't need a bed. Hilary can't get down from Scotland but there's some animosity between her and Heather I can't pin down. Almost all the other guests are locals, anyone else will have to find a bed for themselves.

There's no chance of a honeymoon, not for a few months, as Sophie can only get a week off at the moment, she's due down next weekend.

Tuesday 11th August

I'm still not ready to start running but I went out for a decent walk before my appointment at the salon. I'm in crop leggings today as I'm sure I spotted one cloud in the sky! Of course I should have worn a skirt or shorts as I'm a tad hot when I reach the door. I quickly divert to the newsagents and get a cold bottle of water, meaning that I'm two minutes late.

Viv's not happy and it seems she knows Daniel is taking me to the party - she dumped him before he had his invite arranged. I told her I was making up the numbers and it was Sue who asked me, not Daniel. I can see daggers in her eyes but it's her loss not mine.

There's other customers in the salon and although we're in a side room we can clearly hear conversations from the hairdressing area, I guess that the reverse is true. Viv is either being professional or doesn't want to be heard griping, as she shuts up and gets started.

She's a little rough and I think secretly she wants to give me a Brazilian but all I want is 3/4 leg, just enough for a short skirt. Joanna can do the rest when I see her next month. As I said, she was a bit rough and at times it hurt but I literally grinned and bore it.

On a whim I asked if the stylist could lighten my hair, just to change my look a little. I was hoping for a temporary colour but it seems I'm stuck with this dirty blonde look for a while. Sue comes in to get her own hair done and decides she likes it. Her brunette bob gets the same treatment with indifferent results, but I tell her it's great regardless.

I get back indoors with an hour left before lunch so I run a bath to soak my sore legs. First though I need to play with my new toys. The Amazon Prime order has arrived so I indulge in a little experimentation, purely for educational reasons!

Once I reach the kitchen lunch is ready, I'm back in a long cotton skirt as I don't dare put sun screen on my legs for at least a few hours. I'm out in the garden for the afternoon writing this up and reading the Guys & Dolls script on my tablet. I have a few hours before I'm picked up.

Wednesday 12th August

I was too tired last night to write this up. Martin's dad took the four of us to North Fistral for the pre-competition party. It was a competitor and partner only event, but some celebs were there too. I'd brought a party dress with me, short black and wicked! I'd last worn it six months ago - Heather nearly had a coronary!

I found out a bit more about the lads, they're amateur surfers but have been doing it since they were seven or eight, that's how they first met. Sue met then at Cambourne College, in the restaurant. Pete's doing an electrician's course and Daniel's working to be a plumber, they want to set up a business between them when they have a year or two's worth of experience, but they have another year of college to do.

I was really amazed at the Boardmaster 2015 party, there was a huge stage, a number of beach barbecues and a few bars. There was music pumping out and it was hard to talk, my throat starts to hurt when I try to raise my voice, a problem from the breathing tube during my op?

Sue warns me not to leave my drink anywhere, there's lids available for the plastic glasses and lots of the girls are using these. Daniel's taking me around and showing me off to his friends but within a few minutes I can tell my heels are no use so I slip them off and carry them.

I chided Daniel that I could hear what he's saying, just, but treated him to a kiss to show I'm not telling him off. His manners improved, I was no longer 'her'. Sue and Pete were off somewhere else, playing tongue gymnastics probably. I spotted Michael Harris with two cameras around his neck, trying to get interviews with some of the professional surfers and the celebs but I don't think he saw me.

The food was a huge mix that would satisfy vegans to carnivores and everything in between. I wasn't overly hungry so grabbed a mushroom risotto in a plastic tub, I wouldn't get grease on my fingers that way.

I didn't see any real celebs, just a few minor ones, and I don't really follow that sort of thing. Perhaps I should read the trashy magazines so I know who they are? A few photographers take pics of me and Daniel happily gives them my name, that could be awkward if I'm recognised in Thurso despite my makeover. Should I darken it before I fly back?

We finished there near midnight and Pete's Dad was waiting for us. I've been on my feet for nearly six hours and I'm exhausted. I also gave in to the alcohol towards the end, unfortunately I desperately needed a wee when I was dropped off and had to wait for Heather to get out of bed to let me in.

I wasn't popular this morning.

I ended up in the garden reading my script under a huge umbrella, just to keep out of Heather's way. Jo brought a sandwich out to me and I kept a bottle of water nearby. There's news this morning about a girl getting her drink spiked at the party last night but I heard and saw nothing.

Daniel asked me if I was going to watch the competition as he was in the first round today, but I'm down here to learn and work even if it looks a bit like a holiday. I'm also only three weeks downwind of major surgery and I still don't have my stamina back.

We've agreed to meet on Saturday afternoon again unless I can get to North Fistral before then, so I guess that's another date. My virtue is still intact too.

After lunch Heather lets me into the office so I give Dad a call but he's out so I end up with Pru on the line. She tells me that my car is back from the workshop, she also says there's now a carport near the barn with a covered walkway to the back door. She admits that sharing Anna isn't working too well and she's been asked to advertise for staff again. She has a few messages for me, mostly business related, there's a vacant shop in town if I would like to buy it.

It's tempting, apparently Dad thinks it's a good idea. There's thirty square metres of shop space with another thirty at the rear, plus a first floor storeroom and it's in the middle of town. On a whim I said to buy it, we can dress the window to advertise the theatre so it doesn't look empty while I'm looking for tenants.

Apparently Jill has stood down as a patron and talent scout for the theatre, unsurprising that, and Hilary has joined as a patron. No-one is taking on the talent scout position, apparently. Work on the theatre will be complete in a couple of weeks after the major refurbishment.

One last thing with Pru, could she fax me my A Level results tomorrow morning? She'd best get Helen's sent on too unless Mum is already onto it. I rang Janet Adams to make sure it was okay to release them to Pru as I can't wait until Mum finishes work! Janet and I spent ten more minutes chatting as she prodded me for news, especially any news of cute boys. I'm afraid I cut the call short before I disgraced myself!

I actually felt myself blushing as I thought of Daniel.

Thursday 13th August

I was interrupted at eight during my morning medical procedure, mum was on the line. Despite my plans, she'd taken my A Level results and was reading it. I was upset, no, incandescent. I wanted to read it for myself, not be told how good, bad, indifferent the results were.

She got as far as telling me about the English Language result and I hung up. At that time dilation was probably the preferable option to arguing.

She rang again and I turned my phone off. She had no right.

I gave up with my personal ministrations and headed for the shower. I probably spent a little too long under the water, but at least no-one can phone you in there, can they? Jo came looking for me, Pru had called and apologised, she'd gone straight to the school to be told she couldn't have my results slip, at least she'd tried.

I truly felt awful, results day is a knife edge balance of wishes and dread; aspirations and trepidations. I knew I'd done okay in the exams but that doesn't always translate to a particular grade.

After I dressed, sloppily in a T and shorts, I called Janet at the school and asked what had happened, apparently mum was asked to help sift the result slips the previous afternoon and put mine, Angela's and Helen's to one side. I was violated and I told Janet that. I knew there was a school copy of the results so I asked her to email mine to me, even though the exam board doesn't like that being done.

She hesitated and went to speak to someone, my guess was that it was Dr McIntosh, then told me she'd see what she could do.

My email pinged two long minutes later.

What happened in maths? I know it wasn't my strongest subject but I was pretty sure I'd done enough for an A. I didn't need an A for my degree course but that wasn't the point.

There was another email, from John. He had a questionable maths result but A or A* otherwise. That didn't feel right. I replied to him and forwarded my slip. There was no news from Angela but she would have been working at the crèche, John must have gone into school before he went to work. I emailed him again and asked about Tanya.

He said she was down at Thurso High waiting for their result slips to be handed out, so no news yet. I wanted to know about Helen but that would have meant calling mum, something I really didn't want to do yet.

I felt really sorry for Lori, she had been attacked before she could complete the exams for any of her subjects. The closest I knew she might get was English Literature, but she'd missed the third paper by being in hospital.

Jeri had been forced into taking the English Language A Level a year early so would have that result today but, regardless of how she did, she could have a second crack at it in a year's time. She was currently at a Dead Sea resort so would have to wait until she was back.

As I made my way out of my room, Heather put her head out of the office and asked me to call my father. I switched my phone back and and went in search of intravenous caffeine. I know what Dr Adi said but this was justifiable on medical grounds - I would kill anyone who didn't let me get my coffee today.

My phone finally announced it had finished booting up so I called Dad after ignoring the fifteen or so missed calls. He was a bit off with me, to say the least, Mum had been trying to help, he said. We had a blazing row and I hung up, I needed a hug and I wasn't going to get it from my family right now.

It was just gone nine so I dashed back to my room and grabbed a decent sized bag, sun cream and a hand towel. I stripped off and put a bikini on, stuffing my knickers, bra, shorts and top into the bag. Over my swimwear went a sun dress. I left my work mobile by my bed and took Beccy's phone with me, I needed a few other bits but I'd decided to get them on route. On a whim I picked up a tube of lube and a couple of condoms.

I was out the door a minute later, before anyone could argue the point. First stop was the newsagent for a bottle of water and the daily paper. Next I went down to Redruth station for an Eastbound train. I had a little wait for my train but it was, remarkably, on time. I took a seat for the ride to Par, including two stops on the way. I had a windows seat so I simply enjoyed the unspoilt countryside, scribbling in my diary as I travelled.

At Par I had to wait for my connection so I found a bench.

Today was the culmination of my school life, not just the result of a two year A Level course but a reflection on everything I'd done at St Andrews. I had chosen to go onto university but that wasn't mandatory, I could have gone into the job market and secured a reasonable career. However I proceeded after this day was my choice, my decision.

Having the day hijacked was not how I'd imagined it. I sat there and sobbed.

I was ignored for the most part, although a number of people were waiting for the same connection. I finally fished in my bag for a tissue and dried my eyes, fully expecting a smear of mascara, but I hadn't put any make-up on before going out, I was in such a rush.

As soon as I boarded the train I took the warpaint out of my bag and did my best to hide my inner self. With the distraction of a eye liner pencil, it wasn't long before we reached my destination. Just before I left my seat I took a self portrait of my art.

My phone had GPS so I told it to find me a beach.

North Fistral was very busy, although all of Newquay was a fast moving flow of bodies, I kept my bag close. I managed to pick up a wide brimmed straw hat and some huge sunglasses that would hide my blotchy eyes before I reached the surf capital of Europe. It was an impressive sight from above and just plainly manic when I reached the sand. I had flats on this time and fared better than on Tuesday evening.

I knew from Facebook that Sue was here, somewhere, so her boyfriend Pete wouldn't be far, that meant Daniel should also be around, even if they were out of the competition. I still had my entry card from the party night and it was valid for all the competition sessions so I went in search of a gate into the private area.

I didn't have a problem there and soon found myself in the queue for the ladies. Just as I reached the front of the queue, Viv came out and walked past me. With my hat and glasses she didn't recognise me, but I wondered who she was with?

I decided the easiest way to find someone at these events was to sit in the bar area and wait for them to come to you. I settled for a long non-alcoholic cocktail but used my debit card as I was running low on cash. I found a table and went to put my card back in my purse. My phone, which I'd left on the table, had gone.

I looked around but it was impossible to tell who might have got it, and I hadn't paid attention to my surroundings. I burst into tears again, I have no idea how long passed.

When I dried my eyes this time, the tissue was streaked in black. I looked up and a middle age man was stood there, asking if I was Beccy Adams. I asked who he was and he produced a Police warrant in the name of DC Garston. I nodded and asked if he'd found my phone? He said, no, but I'd been traced to the bar after being reported missing.

Missing? My day was going further downhill by the minute.

He suggested we went up to his car, I followed warily.

As we walked he said that Miss Young had called and reported me missing about two hours earlier. I had apparently gone off without my medication? I asked for another look at his warrant and he obliged so I asked him if he knew Heather, he described her perfectly and gave me the address of the cottage. I was satisfied he was who he claimed to be so asked what he was going to do?

He said he could offer me a ride back to Redruth or I could stay here, in either case he'd report back that he'd seen me. I told him the medication thing was just a ruse to get them to look for me, he nodded and said it was just in case the Inspector checked the call logs. I smiled, probably for the first time today, and said I'd met the guy. I asked if anyone else was going for the job, he said he'd heard a few names but it wasn't fair to say who.

Just then I saw Daniel some distance away and I wondered if my day was improving. Running up behind were Sue and Pete, I almost waved until I saw Viv behind them. I immediately asked DC Garston to take me home, my day had hit rock bottom.

Before I stepped out of his car I gave him my mobile number and asked he record it stolen. He said the system didn't work that way, but he'd see what he could do. That earned him a kiss.

Heather sent me to have a shower, I hadn't put any sunscreen on and needed cooling down. I also had sand on my feet and in my bikini? How?

I'd missed lunch and I know she was pissed with me but it seems Heather had made some enquiries and obtained preliminary apologies from half of Thurso. She sat me down in the office and called home, handing the phone to me.

First up was mum, she'd just assumed I'd want her to handle the results the same way that Angela had asked. I told her I had made arrangements, perfectly good arrangements, that would have got my results to me securely. I had not wanted to ask the school to break the rules by emailing it to me, I also made a point of not asking about Angela or Helen.

Next was Dad, the school's assessment of the results had shown there was a problem with Maths. The school had referred the results back to the examination body who had promised an investigation. I felt a bit better at that news.

Then he told me off for going out without telling anyone and for not taking a phone. I told him about my Beccy phone and how it had been stolen, then how the immersion in my alias was affecting me. I cried again when I told him that I'd been betrayed by my boyfriend.

This was new territory for him so he suggested talking to mum would be better but I really didn't want to restart the discussion about all the nasty things that *could* have happened to me, but didn't.

I spent an hour laying on my bed and took no pleasure in following medical advice. How was I supposed to do this whilst Suzie was down? I hoped that was the worst question I'd have to consider for the remainder of the day.

I heard the doorbell sometime after dinner, I was back in my room reading the script. Heather came up and dropped my phone on my bed. Beach security had detained a lad who was carrying a dozen mobiles, all his allegedly.

DC Garston had seen mine, my latest selfie was on the lock screen of the phone so it was easy to identify. He told the arresting officer he'd personally deliver it, my knight in shining armour. Shame he's a bit old for me. As for Daniel, it was fun while it lasted.

It didn't turn out to be too bad a day after all.

Saturday 15th August

I had an interesting text from Sue last night, no apology from her but it did make me giggle. Viv was supposed to have worked Wednesday and dropped that to elbow me out of the way. The salon's owned by Sue's mum so Viv was sacked on Friday morning when she arrived. She'd claimed she was ill, or having a bad period, it depended on who you spoke to. Her facebook page however had pics of Daniel at Newquay, a relationship update, and loads of sarcastic comments about dumb blonde Scottish girls.

She was sacked on the spot, Sue found out when her mum came home last night after a day covering Viv again. Sue asked if I wanted to join them this afternoon again. I really don't know if that's a good idea. Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but think I need a second opinion and I don't know who I can run it past? Heather may be good at her job but she knows less than me about relationships and I know jack all!

Mum and I had a better chat last night and I finally asked Angela how she did after mum tried to tell me my sister's results. I tried to explain to mum that after fending for myself at that school, being parked there out of the way, I was used to doing things myself. I don't rely on others as I never had that parental support. It's different now, but I still do things my own way.

That includes buying a property. It was a repossession and would have gone to auction if I hadn't have grabbed it. I might have got it for less in an auction or might not have got it at all, that's a risk. Sandy Franklin likes the idea of promoting the theatre and Tom the printer can produce the graphics. Pru will let them in when she gets the keys on Monday. She'll also send the cleaners in and see if any repairs are needed.

So I can arrange all of that but can't handle results day? Angela and I are not the same but we're not chalk and cheese either. Anyway, she scored an A in her two English exams and a B in Maths and History. She's happy with that, and I'm proud of her. She was full of self doubt both before her father's death and more so afterwards, having rollercoaster hormones wouldn't help either. Her degree course in Health Studies is secured and I think she's doing the right thing.

Helen emailed me during the night, she got A, B & C in English, Politics and Scottish History. After all her turmoil she's happy with those. She'd been planning to fail the lot to spite her mother but had finally realised she'd be failing herself. She sent me some of her work for her OU degree and it's good. She likes ship life and suggests she might do another cruise after she finishes the round-the-world tour. Elsie will only go as far as Singapore, so there's some negotiating to be done and my money's on Elsie!

Sophie left London at seven so is expected sometime around lunchtime but the summer roads are silly around here!

Jo and I went to Truro yesterday for my latest appointment with Mr Carline. Once again it was in the Gyno clinic and I did get some strange looks from the mothers-to-be. He was very happy with what he saw and said I could start some light jogging if I wanted, but I was to stop immediately if there was any discharge, blood or pain. I told him I've been getting some clear discharge on my liners, but no blood. He suggests it's lube but it's well after I've had a shower. He took a swab and said to be back in two weeks.

That'll be a problem, I said, I'll be back in Scotland. He'll write to my GP and find a gyno at my local hospital who can handle me. As it's just me and him in the room I gently remind him to use the right name! He said to see Dr Wendy next week for the results of the swab and wishes me well.

I bounced out of there and suggested to Jo we had a coffee in town then hit the shops! I needed to have a rethink about that thong.

My tan is coming along nicely, perhaps it's all the time I spent in the garden reading Guys & Dolls? I've downloaded a production that was filmed at the Southbank last year and I've watched it a few times, what I really need are some directors' notes.

Heather and Jo now, finally, have Beccy's number and I have a door key, plus the code!

***

Sophie arrived at three, totally pee'd off with the traffic. She'd seen a dozen near misses and had nearly been side-swiped by several caravans on the A38 towards Plymouth. She brought two garment bags with her and took them straight to her and Heather's room before telling me to clear off for an hour or two.

I didn't need any hints so slapped on some cream, found my straw hat and put a thin cardie over my bare shoulders. I picked up my camera and bolted a wide angle lens on the front.

Outside it was humid, I guessed that a storm was coming, probably from the South across Biscay and the English Channel. It was pleasant enough until I saw Viv, with a new boy. I'm still not ready for a relationship but I want it to be something solid not a one night stand. Am I after a boy? No, just the right person.

I tried explaining that to Dad and he has difficulty with the concept, even though he fully supports me. Elsie's now been told that I've had the surgery and a huge bunch of flowers arrived on Thursday, I guess Dave Brown may have had a hand in that.

I ignored Viv and walked down past the station on a tour, circling the rugby pitches before coming across the railway line and back towards town.

That took about an hour as I stopped to photograph the area. I started to see the same car come around and on the third time I snapped it with my work phone and sent the pic to Heather. It was a pitty I didn't have the long lens on my camera.

I hadn't realised but I was stood outside the salon, Sue banged on the window and waved for me to go in, she'd also seen the same car go around and there were reports about the car on Facebook. I was introduced to her mum, Linda, who was finishing an elderly lady.

My phone pinged and Heather said the car was the same as the fake taxi she'd been in, she said to get off the street. I told Sue and Linda who'd both heard the story but didn't know it was my aunt. I decided to ring the police and report what I knew, Linda told me to stay with them.

I was a little wary of Sue but she was so apologetic about Viv and called her a few choice words. Viv had just turned up on Wednesday and told Daniel I was with someone else, they hadn't seen me there. I got upset and told them how my phone had been stolen, then how my aunt had reported me missing as I'd stormed out of the cottage.

Linda asked me if it was the wrong time of the month and I agreed, it was the easiest thing to do. Sue meanwhile was tapping a message but wouldn't tell me what it was.

The police called me back and said they'd now had three calls about the same car, slowing down as it approached young women or girls. Officers were actively looking for it, apparently.

It was twenty minutes later when we heard sirens approaching and a car ground to a halt almost outside the salon. The guy gets out of the car and starts to run towards an alley but has to go past the salon door so I dashed out and tackled him. It was just like I'd practised in self defence, using his own momentum to floor him.

Sue later told me she would never have done something like that.

Two police officers took him off my hands and asked why I'd done that. I said the toad had frightened my aunt and should never have been bailed. That's when they told me he'd tried to get a girl into his car ten minutes earlier, he was a predator. I said I didn't want that kind of guy escaping justice.

A little crowd had gathered and someone had photographed me on his back but I was still wearing my hat so you couldn't tell it was me, Linda got me into the back of the salon and out of the way. I said I'd been doing self-defence for a few months and saw an opportunity. DC Garston arrived a few minutes later to take my statement, I've done so many of them that it take any time at all.

That surprised Sue, so I suggested I wasn't a dumb Scottish blonde after all? My street cred was obviously going up as her phone was pinging madly, then my Beccy phone started pinging, damn Facebook.

Linda had locked the salon door after the officer left but there was a tap on the window, she told me to stay put and went to see who it was. Next thing I saw was a huge bunch of flowers and Daniel. I looked into his eyes and I could see it wasn't his fault. I handed the flowers to Sue and took him in my arms.

I obviously didn't hear the next tap on the glass as Sophie had arrived. I told her I was fine, better than fine and asked her to take the flowers home, I suggested she could have a quiet evening as I may be some time. The only other thing she said to me was to "be careful".

Even without her stab vest and the rest of her operational uniform she still looked like someone you wouldn't argue with so that created some questions. I suggested we adjourned to the pub garden as I needed a drink, a white wine spritzer to be exact.

At some point in the evening, probably in the curry house, I migrated onto white wine without any additives. Daniel walked me to my door around nine and explored my mouth with his tongue for a few minutes before I let myself in just before the storm hit.

Sunday 16th August

Sophie hauled me out of bed at six thirty and had me out of the door ten minutes later. We jogged for a while and then Sophie sped up as we reached the rugby club. I accelerated to keep up but I was not as fit as I'd been four weeks earlier so I dropped back down to a jog. I caught up with Sophie in town as I knew her route from my stay at Easter.

She was holding the local regional paper and pointed to an article on page three. Oh shit.

At least I hadn't been named. Sophie actually laughed, I was establishing my alias in a haphazard way but it would be verifiable as my name would be released to the paper once Western was in court. The problem, of course, would be if anyone tried to search back through Beccy's history but I've been told that was being worked on.

We jogged gently back to the cottage and showered. I had an invite to a family barbecue for the afternoon but was asked to join Daniel for a drink in the pub at midday. I slipped into a bikini and put shorts and a T over it, just in case there was a pool. A crinkle-free sundress from Friday's shopping expedition went into a bag with the usual things. I had a brunch and caught up with the local news.

I was a few minutes late at the pub, deliberately, and was ready to leave immediately when I found Viv stood there. Daniel asked me to wait, Viv said she was nearly the victim yesterday afternoon as she was walking on her own when Western came by. She'd found out that I'd nabbed him and wanted to say thank you and to apologise for being a right twat. She had a box of chocs for me and looked embarrassed about handing them over as a small crowd was gathering in the pub garden.

I told her I was glad she was safe and I thanked her for the chocolates, giving her a little hug. She then left us alone and the crowd returned to the bar.

I stuck with fruit juice while we talked. Just before one Pete and Sue arrived, Sue looked like she'd just got out of bed. Later, in the ladies, she confirmed my suspicions and filled in some of the details.

The four of us walked to Sue's home about an hour later. Sue's mum Linda and her dad were just stoking the grill, a charcoal one. Someone decided to turn a hose on me mid afternoon and I was soaked. Linda suggested I could go inside to change but I stayed out there, looking at Daniel as I peeled my clothes off to reveal my new tiny bikini.

Linda told me off later for teasing him but said she wished she could still do it!

Sue's dad drove me home about seven, he'd finally found out that I was that wonder woman.

Monday 17th August

I jogged with Sophie before breakfast then she went off to a meeting, in full uniform. What was strange was that she was in a skirt and had tights on, I was floored.

I remembered to make an appointment to see Dr Wendy but there was no time on Friday so Thursday morning was the best I could do. Heather also arranged for our hair and make-up but decided it would be easier to bring a stylist and make-up girl to the cottage for the four of us.

Suzie had confirmed she'd travel down on Thursday morning with Jenny and Dave, Hilary would apparently handle urgent enquiries although Heather's office was available to all of us.

I had an appointment of my own, magistrates court.

A phone call at breakfast told me that Fred Western had alleged I assaulted him and his solicitor wanted me there. Up until this morning the police had decided my actions constituted a citizen's arrest and therefore no further action was required.

Heather accompanied me to the court in Truro and we arrived in good time for the nine thirty hearing. It was supposed to have simply been a remand hearing as well as a committal to a higher court, but Western's solicitor wanted to turn it into a show.

Both of us had gone for power dressing, I finally had an excuse to wear one of the suits I'd sent down and chose the cerise one. Heather had a lemon frock and a matching jacket, she was certainly hamming it up. We both went for 3" heels and clicked in sync as we entered the court building. DC Garston met us and introduced us to the CPS solicitor. I went through my statement with her and added that I now knew the girl who had been approached that afternoon.

There were a few questions about what I was doing in Redruth and where I could be contacted when it went to court, in case I was needed. I suggested any calls went through Heather as I had a habit of losing phones.

Court was strange, not completely unlike the Scottish Sheriffs' courts I'd been in, but still different enough. Western was brought into the dock and the charges were read. Within a minute he was gone, remanded in custody and his case referred to Crown Court. I was then asked to take the stand and the CPS solicitor took me through that afternoon. My statement had included my sending of a photo to Heather so I had made the connection between the two cases, something the magistrates and counsel couldn't do as he hadn't yet gone to trial.

I was asked by the magistrate how certain I was, I simple said that I accepted my aunt's information and had no reason to doubt her. Western's solicitor alleged I was brutal and attacked him because of a spurious claim by my aunt. I said I had witnesses and all I did was restrain him until the police arrived.

Unfortunately for the brief, his client hadn't claimed any injuries or bruises on Saturday, and only made the allegation after brief visited on Sunday afternoon. The magistrate threw out the complaint and awarded me £50 for my actions.

The pair of us left court with a little spring in our step.

So, my cover story was coming along nicely and Beccy's name would be in the regional papers. A reporter from the BBC's South West Today programme then stopped us, Heather apologised but her involvement was sub judice. My involvement could come back at a later time so I also declined to give an interview.

We went for a coffee before going around the shops, I needed to bank the court cheque made out to Beccy! We'd just finished our coffee when Sophie rang, checking on our whereabouts. She joined us ten minutes later and had a coffee with us.

We must have looked a sight, Sophie in a Met Police Sargeant's uniform, me in a fuchsia suit and Heather in a lemon frock. I left the pair briefly to find a bank and met with them once I'd battled the cashier. Whoever arranged for the Beccy identity pack hadn't realised that the bank was the same one I used, one that paid for my studies. Naturally I couldn't admit any of that.

I returned to find them outside the café, Heather threw me her car keys and asked me to be careful, apparently she had business insurance so I was covered; they went off in Sophie's Landrover. I still wasn't sure what she was doing in uniform but I have learnt not to query Sophie, just accept that she moves in mysterious ways.

She had a docking station for her mobile so I connected my work phone before I set off. My target was the world famous Eden Project, and a loo.

Pru called me, she had visited the shop and it was as advertised. The cleaners will be there tomorrow and on Wednesday an electrical contractor will ensure everything's safe. I authorised any expenditure necessary. She told me that confirmation of my university place had arrived, I was due to report there on Monday 28th September for induction.

I asked what was happening to Leanne, it was eight weeks since she was arrested but dad had said nothing. Pru admitted that she hadn't heard anything either. There had been zilch in the local press either, I just hope Leanne can sort her life out.

She did however have news of some other cases. Courts had been booked in London and Edinburgh for the trials, or retrials, of Yvonne, John McPherson, Jerry Trethgarwyn, Alban Berisha, Doran Kelmendi and all the others connected to last Christmas's bombing of the Air Traffic Control Centre. Due the complexity of the cases, these would finally be heard at the end of October. I had summons to be in both cities on Monday 26th of October. I asked Pru to resolve that, even I can't be in two places at once! The trial for Chris Jones' murder was slated for December but I probably wouldn't be needed for that.

I pulled into the Eden Project carpark and went in search of a loo after paying admission. I'd wanted to come here at Easter but we just never had time and I couldn't drive myself. Finally I could see what the place was all about.

It was three in the afternoon when I eventually escaped, I could have stayed much longer! I hadn't taken a camera with me so I just used my phone, and was rapidly filling up the memory card!

I was aiming to give Heather and Sophie as much time on their own as possible but I still had work of my own to do. I called Suzie from the car and asked if she could come down a day early? She said she couldn't but she would stay the weekend and go to Glasgow with me next Monday. I told her about a BBQ invite and she'll think about it, but of course I had to mention Daniel just before I lost the phone signal, shame!

I drove directly to Newquay airport and made the bookings for a flight at two in the afternoon to Manchester, with a connection to Glasgow. I've made a note to confirm hotel arrangements with mum and Angela next time I speak to them.

I parked the car back at the cottage, changed into shorts and top, then went to meet Sue as she finished work. There was a new girl at the salon and we invited her along but she's really insecure. That's a shame as it's Sue's eighteenth today and there's a gang of us going out.

Pete and Daniel are in another competition so they'll join us a bit later. We start in the pub garden and Sue gets her first official alcoholic drink, but then has to buy her Mum and Dad a drink before they'll leave us alone.

Everyone's slowly arriving and we've finished the first bottle of Vino Blanco by the time we're ready to move on.

Second stop was another pub, so was the third stop. Then we all piled into Malek Kebabs and overwhelmed them. The lad in there asks if I'm staying in the cottage with the ladies, I must ask Heather what that's about. His English isn't bad but my French is better so we switch languages, which confuses the locals. I don't think anyone now believes Viv's Dumb Scottish Blonde allegation.

We manage one more stop after disposing of our international take-away, I needed to clean my hands and take care of my bladder. Has it shrunk? I don't remember that being part of the surgery.

Wednesday 19th August

Sophie has driven me to Plymouth but won't say why. She's in her standard work uniform and suggested I wore jeans but brought something to change into. I also had to bring my passport, my Beccy passport.

We stopped at the gates into Stonehouse Royal Marines Barracks and were given the once-over by the gate guard. Sophie knew where she was going but that was still a few minutes driving from the gate. I was escorted into a bunker and down a second level to the armoury and range.

I passed on the range at Abigail Adams House but Sophie still hadn't explained why I was here. We went to a classroom and joined half a dozen others, apparently there was no-one at AA House qualified to do this course I was attending.

For the next three hours I'm immersed into the legalities of weapons in the UK. This was the 'what, when, where, why' course. I found it really interesting but wasn't convinced why it was necessary, they weren't going to stupid enough to issue me with a gun, were they?

There was a little test then we broke for lunch. After that we were let on the range and I tried a selection of 9mm Glocks as well as a few .357 and finally a .44 - that one scared me. I settled on the Glock 26 as the weapon I was most comfortable with and I popped enough through the inner ring for the range officer to be satisfied.

I got two slips of paper from the day and we were ready to head back to Redruth, Sophie had just used the time for practice, it seemed. I wanted to ask everyone what the point was, seeing how I never wanted to be fire a gun, although I was happy using one on the range, that, however, was all.

I was staying off the booze for a few days after Monday's experience, it was fun at the time but you pay for it later, I've told Sue we're getting ready for a wedding and I have to go North straight after the weekend for another. There's reminds me there's another BBQ on Sunday.

I never really understood how big Cornwall is until the two hour drive to Plymouth, knowing that it's also an hour from Redruth to Land's End.

As soon as we were back Sophie was needed by Heather. Jo had me helping her with laundry, cleaning and any other tasks that were needed. Now that I knew I could drive Heather's car, that included going on shopping raids to the supermarket. I've been jogging every morning since Sophie arrived and my fitness is improving, I want to get in the pool in the morning to stretch myself a bit more but I really feel great again even though it's only been four weeks.

I put a simple suggestion on facebook about the pool and a few minutes later ten of us are arranging to meet at nine thirty.

I had a lovely email from Jeri who complained it was too hot by the Dead Sea and she wasn't sure about the benefits, but she'd met with other psoriasis sufferers each with a different tale to tell. Her English result was a B, not bad for just one year but she wants to take it again. John's not said anything about Tanya but Jeri had the juicy latest. She'd got a C in English and Maths and a B in Biology. It wasn't what she wanted but should be enough for her degree course. She's stopped blaming everyone else for her driving disaster and has booked to retake the test, after a few refresher lessons.

Jeri thinks she's seen the car she wants and is trying to get finance arranged.

Thursday 20th August

First stop today was the health centre. Dr Wendy was very happy with me but insisted on ordering some more bloods. She had the results of the swab but said it was inconclusive so took another for the path lab.

I dashed to the pool to join the rest of the gang, I ended up with one of Sue's friends in a cubicle who seemed to know I'd had surgery and wanted to see for herself, weird. I'm comfortable changing with girls but I did wonder about her motive.

The water wasn't that warm, but the air temperature was in the low 80s even at half nine so it was all relative. I hadn't realised there was a wave machine so was surprised when that was switched on, but it was great; you don't get to swim in the open sea off the Highlands very often! I also decided I could use the slide, I didn't have boobs last time I went down one of those so need to be more careful!

One or two of the boys attempted to remove my bikini top, accidentally of course, but Daniel wasn't there to protect me. I threatened to tell him and was so over-the-top that one of the life guards asked me if I was being harassed?

They were all going off to hang out somewhere but I had to get back to the cottage for lunch. My next job was to collect three of the guests from the airport. I also took some of my unwanted luggage and sent it on its way towards Wick, but I planned on leaving a few bits in the cottage just in case.

Their flight from Gatwick was a few minutes adrift, one of the passengers had to be put off the flight having been in a bar for several hours. That meant their luggage had to be taken off as well.

When they walked through the arrivals gate it was odd. I wanted to give Suzie a hug, and she wanted to interrogate me, but our boss was there. This was the first time I'd met jenny so I really didn't know how to take her, for all I knew this was someone pretending to be Jenny. Dave was the third one, I didn't see him often but he's a lovely man. I was respectful and helped load the car, considering she was only staying one night I did wonder about Jenny's case.

I guided everyone to their rooms and apologised to Suzie for her sleeping arrangements, promising I didn't snore. We left the others talking business and went out for a walk.

It was the worst interrogation I've ever had, and then we bumped into Daniel. This was going to be awkward, but Suzie didn't try to wind me up. Instead she made a simple suggestion to Daniel, one that he daren't not refuse.

Friday 21st August

I've managed to find five minutes to write up the morning so far. It's been pretty much a blur of hair, make-up and frocks, poor Dave is the only male in a cottage with five ladies, two of whom are the brides.

Suzie's been asked the be a bridesmaid as well, so that meant there was a dash into Truro yesterday afternoon to buy her the same dress as I had, only we couldn't. So, I now have a different frock as well, one of those dresses that uses magic or something to stay up, I keep wondering if it'll appear around my ankles if I do anything too hard or too fast. I can't wear a bra with it either, so much for the new undies.

We were all up just after six to get through the showers, Linda and Sue arrived at eight and started a production line, some how by ten they were done, but Sue stayed in case any touching up was needed. Jo joined us when she was ready and tutted at the mess that was being created.

There was an unspoken rule that any work related discussion was, sensibly, unspoken if there were any guests or visitors. I wanted to ask Jenny a few questions but we didn't have the time or the space so those will have to remain unanswered.

Dave eventually went out, he was ready in about ten minutes and couldn't cope with all the oestrogen in the air. He was back twenty minutes later with a newspaper and looking a little more relaxed as he headed straight out to the garden.

Sophie was wearing her Police dress uniform, with trousers, and looked really smart. She had a cap but didn't look as if it would be worn. Her make-up was subtle, her hair simple but Linda had managed to tease it enough so there was no doubt Sophie was all girl.

Heather was a picture in white, she oozed femininity and I could see that look on her face, the silly look that says she couldn't quite believe this day would ever come. I challenged anyone to wipe that smile off, at great personal risk.

By ten thirty the wedding cars were outside. It seemed stupid for Sophie and Heather to travel separately, and which of them would be traditionally late? Suzie and I were in the second vehicle and the other three followed up with a third, Dave was borrowing Heather's car. The chauffeurs were immaculate, the cars were spotless white Jaguars, the sun was shining but it wasn't too hot. It was a perfect day, in every sense.

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At ten forty five we were off, by now a few of the street's residents had come to see what was going on. I've got to recognise some of the neighbours but many just ignored the girls, not that Sophie was around much.

It was under a ten minute run to the registry office in Pool and there were plenty of folk milling around already. Dave started introducing Emily to me, who was also in uniform and I saw DI Kevin Edmunds, although he was in a suit. As predicted there was one local police car in the carpark, which left soon after.

Daniel saw me and walked over, earning himself a kiss. He looked really smart, in a way that eighteen year old boys could be smart if they tried. Of course no-one had briefed Kevin so he went to call me Tammy, fortunately Daniel didn't hear and Dave intervened, was he acting as my guardian?

We all trotted into the registry office a minute or so before eleven, I now spotted Ahmed from the kebab shop, that was a surprise. DC Garston was also in the room, next to another police officer type.

The service was simple but it meant the world to Heather and Sophie. It went off exactly as planned with no interruptions or disasters, it really was a perfect day. Dave Brown gave both of them away and caused a few giggles when he handed Sophie a pair of handcuffs. In a rehearsed move she declined them and produced her own pair. The registrar plainly wasn't happy with the interruption but those present saw the joke.

By half past eleven the register had been signed and lots of photos were being taken although the registrar was trying to shoo us all out, presumably there was another wedding party due.

Finally we took the short walk across the carpark to the social club. It was still the wrong side of midday but that didn't stop the alcohol. We were greeted by a glass of pink champagne, although a few sensibly went for the orange juice alternative.

The room turned into a talking shop, with many old friendships rekindled. Daniel was uncomfortable as he knew very few there and was starting to realise how many police or establishment types were present. I did wonder about the sense in bringing him into this environment, but he didn't disgrace himself and stayed the perfect gentleman.

We sat down to eat at one and the toasts followed. Heather and Sophie declared their eternal love for eachother, commenting that it had only been a year since fate had thrown them together. I don't know the back story but it was clear that many there did. Emily and Jenny as the two managers said a piece but Emily caused a ripple of murmering when she said she was regretfully losing Sophie.

Next up was a gentleman who gave his title as Assistant Chief Constable of Devon and Cornwall Constabulary. He offered Sophie the job as Detective Inspector for West Cornwall, Sophie accepted and that was that. Of course it wasn't really a secret that she'd applied or that her interview had been on Monday, but I thought it was a little unconventional for a job offer to be made at a wedding reception.

Emily came to see me once the party started and suggested to Daniel he refilled my glass at the bar. Her motive was that she had an envelope for me, in it were two firearms certificates issued by the Met Police, one was for Beccy, the other for Tammy. I tried to hand them back, I had no intention of trusting myself with a weapon on the streets of Redruth or Thurso. She said that wasn't her intention, this was to allow me to take guns out of the safe or gun cabinet, check ammo stocks, audit the weapons and anything else. Without those pieces of paper I couldn't do that, it was an administrative and legal matter and not operational.

That made sense, I knew there were guns in Heather's safe and I had to move them out of the way sometimes, what if I was the only one on the premises? She agreed and said I was now covered legally from prosecution in that regard. This had been covered in the course on Tuesday so now made sense.

Daniel was back so I slipped the envelope in my tiny bag. Suzie wanted to know what that was all about so we went to the loo. I put my finger to my lips and handed her the envelope as she went into the cubicle. Her hand was shaking when she gave it back, she hadn't expected this and to honest neither had I.

We were interrupted by a lady who took a look at us and asked if we were sisters. Admittedly we were in the same frock and our hair was very similar. Suzie had nearly freaked when she saw my newly dyed hair the previous day and snapped a few pics, what will mum say? For simplicity I said we were, she nodded and said she'd guessed, of course she was confused when Suzie spoke, her London accent being at odds with my Scottish brogue.

We skipped back into the function room where something strange was going on. The acting Inspector was talking to Dave and had two constables with him. There was no sign of Sophie, Emily or the ACC so I guessed they were in conference somewhere, Heather was also missing.

I could tell that Dave was not happy and slowly all attention was turning to them. I decided to intervene, moral support for Dave and I signalled to Suzie to find the others. Apparently we were creating a noise, we'd offended someone and there was a problem with the carpark. None of which was relevant.

I suggested to the acting Inspector he was just being a pompous bigot and perhaps he should crawl back into whichever hole he'd recently exited, interfering at the wedding of my friends was the not acceptable. I added that very soon he could return to his Sargeant's job. He lunged at me but I side stepped and he fell on the floor, at the feet of the ACC.

Of course we now commanded the attention of everyone in the room, Sophie was irate and Heather was talking about him ruining their day. The ACC was a little more proactive and arrested him for common assault, instructing the constables to take their former inspector away. Sophie was asked if she could start on Monday instead of a month hence as the post was suddenly free.

Emily negotiated and suggested that the first of September would be the earliest she could release Sophie. That was accepted, and the party restarted, Heather though sat down and started to sob, her dream day destroyed by that nasty man.

Daniel was also really surprised, I don't think he would have expected me to stand up to authority like that so he now stuck to me like a limpet. A decision was taken to finish the reception early, Heather and Sophie went off to Penzance in one of the Jaguars, to spend the night in a hotel. Dave hadn't been drinking so he drove four of us back to the cottage where, unfortunately, I had to give a statement. Two in a week could be considered a little careless, Daniel was with me on the sofa, I didn't have the heart to send him away.

We'd spotted Martin Harris lurking in the carpark but he made no attempt to come into the reception, he also didn't come to the cottage.

Eventually Dave and Suzie took Jenny to the airport, Jo went home to change and I took Daniel to my bed.

Sunday 23rd August

I spent most of yesterday reflecting on my decision to give myself away, it was not planned but it felt right. Of course I was sore and that called for a salt bath and some soul searching, Suzie had come into our room and went through a whole set of emotions before suggesting Daniel went home. Was it worse to question my decision or to have to justify it afterwards, how can you rationalise that?

I didn't venture out at all, Suzie and I spent the day working on the Martin Gore issue and making very little headway, although it felt awkward between us, she wouldn't tell me whether she'd phone mum or not. What was worst, had she called Angela?

I hadn't felt ashamed, used or abused but I felt that that's how everyone would treat me. I was wretched, pitiful and not good company, but I was absolutely not ashamed.

We had a BBQ invite today and that was fun. It seems most of the gang knew about my deflowering but there was no way there would be a repeat, even if Sue did offer her room. Daniel's smug grin told the story to anyone who hadn't already heard, although my encounter with the acting Inspector was also being promoted so the Wonder Woman tag was back. My street cred was going stratospheric!

Suzie enjoyed herself, Pete had an older unattached brother and she hooked up with him for the afternoon. A storm appeared and that closed the party so we relocated to the pub for an hour. There was lots of cuddling but Suzie and I walked back to the cottage without our boys. Heather and Sophie were due back in the morning so only Dave was there, we grabbed a sandwich and a video before heading up.

With Jenny gone the two of us were back in separate rooms so that made things a little easier. Tomorrow we head back to Scotland, in so many ways, I'm not the same girl who came South.

Author's note: Tammy's Summer Diary ends with the next chapter

Monday 24th August

I was ready for a relaxing morning but that wasn't to be. At seven my phone rang and Sophie reminded me I should do a run, seeing as I'd missed the previous two days. Her and Heather were getting ready and would head back after breakfast.

Reluctantly I looked for a clean pair of running shorts but they weren't anywhere close. My case had been packed and I wasn't about to chuck everything out! Near the top, however, was a short white skirt that would do.

I've never run in a skirt before and hadn't suspected it would flounce like that, perhaps I should have chosen my undies better but I'd left just one, matching, bra and knickers set ready for the day. They were bright red and and clearly visible although I hadn't realised it at first.

Being a Bank Holiday Monday I wasn't expecting to see many people but a some cars went past and a few wolf whistles were heard, I didn't think they were for me. It was as I was coming past the shops I could see my reflection, including repeated flashes of red lace. I came to a halt.

Using a window as a mirror I tried to tug the skirt down and tested knicker visibility but it was fine, I was only flashing when I ran. I opted for a slow jog to get back to the cottage, but must have pushed myself a little too hard since, as I reached the cottage door, there was a deafening whistle from a lad on a bike. I was glowing almost as red as my lingerie as I walked in.

Suzie was up and showering so I took the moment to deal with a personal matter, although I was interrupted by a towel-clad sister who looked shocked. I told her I got no pleasure from this but she wouldn't believe me. I gave up and took my own shower. One task this morning was to dye my hair a darker shade, close to my original auburn. I would also ditch the large black sunglasses and had a smaller gold frames pair to use. It reminded me of those 60s spy movies! Of course, I had to find more undies but I put the short skirt back on, teasing was allowed even if flashing was frowned upon.

With breakfast out of the way I went through the cottage looking for any of my bits and pieces. I was flying as Beccy in order to hide my travels over the summer. My amazon account had been used once or twice by Pru to order some more lube ready for my return with instructions to leave the package unopened in my room.

Dave sat down with me and went through a summary of the past two months, glossing over the surgery. I received a pass for my use of the alias and a shake of his head for my media attention. There was no fallout from that, none yet anyway, and Beccy was now a fully developed girl.

Dave was flying with us so had his own preparations to do, nothing as complicated as mine or Suzie's. Jo came over and promptly found one of my swimsuits that I'd missed. I was leaving the original bridesmaid dress, the one I didn't wear, but taking the one I did wear. I left two summer frocks and the cerise suit, just in case. September was upon us in a few days and whilst Cornwall enjoys a summer through late September, the Highlands go into autumn at the beginning of the month.

Heather suggested I came back for a few days just before university, maybe I could get away with a weekend bag? There was no plan, no hard and fast dates, just an idea that may not happen.

We had an early lunch, eating in the garden as a grey cloud wandered across the vista, a rare sight indeed although I'd encountered several storms over the preceding weeks. We'd just cleared everything away and it started to rain. A typical Bank Holiday Monday.

Jo drove Dave, Suzie and myself to the airport and I picked up a newspaper, the Western Morning News. Just inside was a report that Sergeant Underwood had resigned from the police instead of facing disciplinary action. I'd been told he would be cautioned for the offence of not quite hitting me and that was acceptable under the circumstances. There was a photo of him in the company of two constables taken on Friday, I'm told it was page three news on Saturday but no-one bought a paper.

We boarded on time and hassle-free, I sent mum a text to confirm we were on our way then turned my phone off. She hadn't phoned over the weekend so it looks like Suzie was keeping my activities to herself. I told myself I wasn't ashamed, I liked Daniel and it felt right even if it was effectively the end of the relationship.

I'd told myself I didn't want a flash-in-the-pan wham bang thank you ma'am relationship but was that what I'd had. The break-up was difficult but I knew he'd find another girl without any trouble, just not whilst I was still in the area!

I had a smile on my face as I pondered this and Suzie queried if I was thinking of a certain boy? I confirmed her suspicion, there was no point fibbing.

We landed at Glasgow just before five and took the shuttle into the city. It was too late for Dave to get a train to Thurso and I'm sure he had no interest in bridesmaids' dresses but he was stuck for now. We met with mum and Suzie at the hotel and that's when the interrogations started, as well as questions about the length of the skirt. I was tired and not really too responsive so asked that we had something to eat then I was going to bed.

Mum was not happy with this but Suzie yawned in moral support so the battle was lost. Angela just kept looking at me strangely, what was she thinking?

Tuesday 25th August

I found out at breakfast that Dave had taken the sleeper service and was due in Thurso within the hour. Our first task was to take our cases to Glasgow Central and leave them in the luggage store then we trotted along to the bridal wear shop for our nine thirty appointment.

Once again we were changing in one large space but now I caught Angela looking at my knickers and being very embarrassed when I put my hands in the way. It looks like she thinks of me differently now, but I don't know how to resolve it, although Suzie might be a help. In many ways I was now closer to Suzie but I'd spent eleven days with her and there was another week to go. I'd also slept with her and had been caught by her in awkward positions more than once.

I hadn't seen Angela for two whole months and we hadn't spoken often either. When I'd flown South I was physically at the same stage as her, with question marks over my surgery. Two months later I'm post-op and fully healed, plus I've had a test run. I really hope she gets what she wants but being jealous of me is not going to get her those two signatures.

The fitting went ahead without a problem, mum's dress is something else! It's an ivory halter neck dress, simple but elegant and damn sexy. Suzie, Angela and I are in lilac and a A-line design. The shop arranged to deliver the frocks and mum settled the bill, a ridiculous amount of money.

We went for a coffee and a bun before dealing with the small matter of lingerie. Angela didn't get this part, she told us that it was irrelevant because no-one would see it. She looked at me and said at least it fitted me better but I wouldn't have a boy removing my undies to have his wicked way! I went crimson, Suzie started to giggle and we had to leave the shop.

Mum wasn't certain what to ask, despite her lecture she hadn't expected this revelation. Standing in the middle of a shopping mall is probably not the best place either so I went in search of a loo while attention switched to another daughter. I could hear Suzie starting to tell an abridged version of the story but I wasn't bothered. Angela came running after me but there were already a few girls in there so that, was that.

Mum was not happy, I guess she'd looked up recovery times and I'd blown a hole in her preconceptions, but it was a pointless argument, the deed was done. Yes, I had used protection, yes I'd used lube and no he did not force himself on me. I wanted the subject dropped so I looked at mum and asked her about her first time. She spluttered, went red and shut up. Deuce.

We went back into the lingerie store and I went for a lacy Wonderbra, Suzie agreed with the cleavage decision and did likewise, Angela wasn't comfortable and claimed her existing undies would be adequate. Mum disagreed but wouldn't push the subject. This was going to be Angela's first stint as a bridesmaid and my third, but I had absolutely no idea first time around so relied on advice. If Angela loosens up then maybe she'll start to enjoy the experience for what it is, over to Suzie for some sisterly support?

The wedding and reception were to be held at Elsie's but she was now somewhere in the Pacific so would miss the day. I felt sorry for her, but she needed the break and Helen needed to mature.

We managed a bite of lunch and caught the one o'clock service to Inverness, hopefully getting a connection onto home. I had a copy of the Scotsman, the first since I flew South and buried my head in that. The economy was doing remarkably well considering all the pre-election predictions that were more spin than substance. The Scottish political scene did need to be taken with a pinch of salt at times, with posturing being more prevalent than actual workable policies.

I also had the script for a stage play to learn although it was touch and go whether the battery in my tablet survived the journey; this train did not qualify for power outlets by the seats.

I managed to get an internet connection at most of the stations on the route and one of those solicited an email from Jeri. She had been briefed about a Year 11 boy who was going to transition from the start of Year 12. The only problem, Year 12 started in two weeks and decisions still had to be made.

I wondered why I'd been sent this information, I wasn't at the school any more. The answer came in the last paragraph, could I meet the student and her parents. That would have to run past mum, did she know? Now was not the time, we were surrounded by other passengers.

We pulled into Inverness and were delighted that one of the helicopters had just done a drop on the outskirts of the city. A taxi took us to the landing site and we were home forty five minutes later, not two hours!

Thursday 27th August

Preparations for the wedding were taking over from all other work, but at times I felt like a spare part. I had several jobs I needed to do, the first was to pay a visit to Caithness Maritime. Suzie declined accompanying me, she didn't want anyone to make the connection.

Dave Brown was staying for a few more days and was conducting a review, again. What was different about this visit for me was what I was shown. It seems that my security clearance has been upgraded as a result of my Cornish experiences and the training beforehand. That meant being given the safe access combination and then the code for the security box within. There were two pistols, both 9mm and a hundred rounds of ammunition plus two full clips. That meant, to me at least, that they hadn't been fired.

It was explained that they were not for use unless exceptionally authorised and then purely for defensive purposes, that's a difficult concept for a nearly-nineteen year old girl so I left it alone. The nearest range I could re-qualify on was probably Scapa Flow but my guess was that it would be incorporated into a trip to London or Cornwall.

I also had to deposit all of Beccy's documents in the safe, after creating a checklist. Beccy's phone was not part of official equipment and I was asked to be sensible about any interaction with my summer friends. My argument was that I couldn't vanish off the face of the earth and suddenly reappear six or twelve months later without the occasional communication.

Both of the firearms licences went into the safe and I was pleased to just have my own documents and not any others. Of course even Tammy was an alias of sorts, but I'd been Tammy for years, even if almost no-one knew about her before last autumn.

One thing that was very clear as soon as I arrived home, it was at least ten degrees cooler than in Cornwall, thankfully I hadn't flown all the way here in that short skirt and top. I don't know how she managed it but Tanya found out about the surgery, and Daniel. John was shocked, he had known Tom better than anyone.

I managed to see Dr Adi this morning and I was a little unclear what my medical records would show. Somehow there were documents from Glasgow Royal Infirmary, showing that I'd had surgery there. That was plainly wrong and Dr Adi knew it - she'd had referrals from Cornwall and had, briefly, seen an update from Derriford Hospital. I wish I knew who was rewriting my history, I might have a few suggestions.

Dr Adi had to have a look, naturally, and took another swab. No-one is willing to explain why I still have to wear a liner all the time. We agreed to see eachother again in two weeks, I also have a Gyno appointment for next week, that could be interesting.

The twins are due in town later tonight and everything was just perfect.

Then we heard that mum, Tara, was heading North.

Tammy's story continues in Tammy:Anchored