Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Cake, the river and memories.

This weekend I went to Stratford upon Avon, with a couple of friends. The weather was beautiful, as was the cake. We sat by the river in the sun, as we watched a group of girls trying to master rowing. They probably had other talents, at least I hope so, as rowing was not one of them. When they finally, FINALLY got going straight, in a semi controlled way, they got cheers and claps from our side of the river, and the other side of the river, AND a group of people playing cricket. The girls accepted this attention with good grace, as they rowed off, hopefully with a memory of their glory to draw on in their latter years.
Spending time on making memories, is invaluable. In your future, it will be the memories that you made in your lifetime, that will keep you warm. I know a piece of cake will transport me back to sunny Stratford…….

I know that if I go out to play, I'm going to pay for it MS wise. Here we are three days later, and I'm still paying for it. But what's the alternative? Stay in? Well, I'll still feel a bit ugh, y'know, a lighter shade of shyte, but I won't make memories So, no. No thanks. Todays deposit in the memory bank, is the friend round to help build a shed, the builders continuing the path (my escape route), writing to you lot, as the little man plays with his Lego, whilst watching TV. And eating an ice lolly. I think he got his ability to multi task from me.

I really cannot wait for my escape route to be finished! I haven't been able to get out on my own for about 4 years now, so whilst I probably won't go anywhere exotic or wild, WHO CARES?? Supermarket? Park? A friends house? Meeting people at the pub? It's ability to get out that matters……and bloody hell! Have I missed it?

Yes! Yes, I have!

Monday, June 6, 2016

Support and scaffolding.

Today I took my boobs shopping for some much needed support. I found some really pretty scaffolding not too far from home, which suited me, as when it comes to shopping, I like to go in, get it, get out. I cannot be bothered with traipsing around shop after shop, whilst my soul slowly dies. I say this, knowing full well that a bathroom cabinet waits for me in the shopping hellhole that is Ikea. I may stab myself in the face by the time I reach the beds. But at least I'll die in moderately priced comfort. And that will be the full stop to the wheelchair friendly extension. Internally anyway. The garden still looks like a bit of a shit hole. But it won't take too long to sort it out. She says, hoping that she learnt her lesson, the last time she spent a sunny day in the garden, and burnt one leg. Yep. That's right. One. One leg.
The only minus to living here, is the twat that likes to thrash the hell out of their moped and it's hairdryer engine. I dream of hiding behind a car with one of those stinger things. Do you reckon you can get them on Amazon? You can get pretty much anything on Amazon. Oh I'm going to have to look now aren't I? Back in a bit......
No, you can't. The good man, and daughter no 3 thought that the police wouldn't allow it. Fair enough.

I tell you what's not fair, enough or otherwise, and that is that it's 4.30am and I've not had any sleep yet. Why? WHY? Those bloody chickens up the road will be starting up again soon. And I won't want to sleep tomorrow as The Little Man has a day off nursery.
And before I know it he'll have started school. And I'll miss him. I've never had just one child before. Well, I have, but the 6 minutes between twin 1 and twin 2 don't really count in the great game of parenting.

I was lying down for a start.