Perhaps one of my main difficulties now, is experiencing that NO-ONE expects anything from me (close family, the one exception). It scares me to find people thinking 'anything good from the disabled one, is a lucky bonus'. I know that I can produce valuable work, wonderful friendships, but there is still a doubt (that i sense) developed amongst some people. No one lets them-self expect anything from me. So I carefully choose who deserves my attention.
… For example, the wheelchair servicing organisation/company. I realise that their logistics are often very hard or near impossible, however they think that they organise it all very well. One only receives the opportunity for a ‘morning appointment’ or an ‘afternoon appointment’. There is no choice of a more exact time. Understandably, they cannot offer an exact time. Services have to be located at your residence, also understandably. However, this results in the loss of a whole morning or afternoon by myself, waiting, hoping, waiting, stressing, waiting…
I don’t feel so content, by being imprisoned in my own flat. Wheelchair users are not expected to have lives, it seems. Am i expected to be locked-up in a care-home with a carer, watching Jeremy Kyle (or whatever) on tv? I have already spent a lost time, lying comatose, it hurts me to feel i have lost more.
Deep breath!
Another coffee!…
Mmmmm pesto is green. It is the best.
Drink coffee INSIDE A CAFE
the way to go. Forget 'throw-away cups', just drink the coffee!
Coffee is a special drink. It deserves time. Coffee should not be pushed aside to a secondary role, or drunk 'on the go'.
Not enough time? Have an Espresso! Just a very quick 'short, sharp shock'. It does the job! If you need a longer drink, you may not have time! Just have a glass of pure water. There is no need to have a plastic cup of sugar (as served in chains, Nero's, Costa's, etc). S****ucks does not even enter the equation.
Wednesday evening, I was awaiting for a bus in Kingston, when approached by a gentleman. He took hold of my hand, introduced himself and the church he was a member of. Small talk continued, and I kept quite private , aware of his peculiarity. He was still hold of my hand, when he told me that I would die that night! My bus arrived, whilst he spoke. I rapidly pulled my hand away, to hail the bus. As I left, I told him where to go! I spent the bus trip bemused.
That comment shook me
My letter
The main issue that has troubled me this week is explained in the following link...
I wrote the letter yesterday (post below), explaining my utter despair.
It hurts me that Britain/we have been naive enough to let these people rule us.
I know some of you actually voted for them.
To be hurt so directly by you, wounds deep. As there is another election this year (London Mayor, and Greater London Assembly, May 5th), I warn everyone to beware. Please vote carefully. Please do some research beforehand
To be hurt so directly by you, wounds deep. As there is another election this year (London Mayor, and Greater London Assembly, May 5th), I warn everyone to beware. Please vote carefully. Please do some research beforehand
Beware London!
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