Sunday, 29 May 2016

Bank Holiday at Home

When I was younger a lot younger I can remember making  plans for the Bank Holiday weekend. Meeting with my mates and going somewhere by train at first then by car as I progressed from shank's pony to having wheels. Wheels in those days enabled me to go places. I can remember a trip down to Hastings and stopping in a pub with a piano in it and about four car loads of us piled in and livened up the place and took a collection for our off key renditions of music hall classics by taking the lifeboat collection box round. The lifeboat was filled in no time most probably in the vain hope we would all leave and let the other punters get back to some peace and quiet. We did go and carried on to have lots of fun at Hastings.
As I got older and more responsible (married) I would take the family out for day trips or even holidays over a bank holiday weekend. The extra day made a weekend seem endless the world became explorable or as spellchecker wants me to spell exploitable. An extra day to go somewhere new to go and investigate somewhere for free. The time taken was not as precious as a normal weekend, at that stage in my life the gap between Friday night and Monday morning was special I can remember working away from home and rushing home to spend some time with the family and having not been around all week those 48 hours were indeed precious. Heather had been looking after the kids and I tried to give her a break as well as spend quality time with the girls.
Now I am disabled things are a little different. I have not been able to work for several years. I cannot stand I can't walk and I am disabled from doing much of what I once classed as normal. I could be a lot worse than I am but I am housebound stuck either in a wheelchair or in bed. A walk means going round the block in  the wheelchair. Going out in the car is a full scale mission, I do go out but Heather is knackered by the time I am in and out of the car and  that is just getting there she then has to push me in the wheelchair, and is all the time looking forward to doing it all again on the homeward journey.
So forgive me if I never went out today and visited the sights and events going on for the Bank Holiday, I spent this one at home

Friday, 27 May 2016

Twitter is Bonkers but it works for Promoting your business

I am a serial twitter user I have done almost fifty thousand tweets in about seven years. That is seven thousand tweets per year or about six hundred tweets per month which equates to twenty tweets a day everyday. I don't tweet every day so some days I must do more. EEEK how did I become a Twitter addict?  The honest answer is I don't know. But from my expe
rience of Twitter I can say it is for me a relational experience. I tweet about mainly local businesses. I am known by the local social media communities even though I have never met them in person.
I tweet about local stuff and try and promote and support local stuff events or shop openings special offers or events. When I have met locals or maybe member's of my family have mentioned me being the promote Thanet guy I have been warmly regarded. I hope what I do helps the local businesses because I want them to thrive and prosper. I am not a Vulcan I don't actually like Star Trek, but I love Thanet and wish all the people I tweet to as the Star Trek blessing says "live long and prosper" – "dif-tor heh smusma" in the Vulcan language .

When I first discovered Twitter I thought it was bonkers. Who in their right mind can say stuff in one hundred and forty characters and more to the point who is going to read this stuff if you type it. But then seven years ago I wasn't into nor understood Social Media. I still don't understand why it works but what I do know that it does work. I know people who sell lots of stuff via Facebook. And when I say a lot of stuff I mean many hundreds of pound's if not thousands of pounds worth of stock every week via placing photo of their stock in Facebook. And to support Facebook they use Twitter and vice versa.
I used to be a disbelieving cynic. Now I am a fully paid up card carrying believer of the power of Social media.

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Walpole Bay and Thanet Blue Flag Beaches

Due to the way data is collected some beaches lost the coveted Blue Badges, the data is at least twelve months out of date and certain beaches lost the Blue Flag Status because of data collected anything up to four years old. Well here is an article from twitter

You can find up to date information about Thanets Beautiful beaches on the Enviroment Agency website HERE<

All of the beaches around Thanet are sun and sand beauty spots so this bank holiday come and have a wonderful time at  the seaside. Margate Broadstairs Ramsgate Birchington and Westgate Beaches are all covered in sand waiting for you to come and build sand castles and eat ice cream. I can recommend Botany Bay Broadstairs as a safe Blue Flag Bathing beach because my Son in Law runs the beach Kiosk and the bacon sarnies are great. Have a great Bank Holiday and dont forget Margate Dreamland is open for fun fill days

Tuesday, 24 May 2016

Physiotherapy make a change

I had no better offers so in the absence of nothing else in the diary we got to the therapy department at 10:50 for an 11:00 appointment. Name the physio welcomed us in a few minutes late and asked Heather to park me by the side  of a blue treatment table. I left thirty minutes later with my muscles in my legs scream submit submit. James has a personal vendetta against my ham strings and while he wins the occasional battle my hamstrings are winning the war. The submit to him just enough to lull him into a false sense of superiority before returning to lock my legs and frustrating him into giving up.
We returned to the car and I struggled to get back in. We both were exhausted by the time Heather had got me back out of the car and safely ensconced in the electric wheelchair I use indoors.
I enjoyed a beef and onion roll from the Village Pantry and promptly slept for nearly three hours. I do remember Heather waking me to say she need to go to the supermarket but I never heard her leave or return. When I finally managed to wake up I asked her when she was going only to be told she had been gone and returned and I had scorned all through it.
I am not sure if James was as exhausted as me but he did say he knew he had worked hard on me. I actually knew he had and my legs are still aching now twelve hours later. Just wait until the morning I won't be able to move. The fun of physiotherapy.

Monday, 23 May 2016

Anna Kendrick Cups Song is addictive

My Grandson introduced me to Anna Kendrick's Cups Song (when I am gone) I now keep playing it, Tell me if you like it as well.

Country Comforts Rod Stewart

 I dug out an old Rod Stewart Album and remembered I love the lyrics on:-

"Country Comforts"

Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children always fighting for fair share
And the six-o-nine goes roarin' down the creek
As Parson Lee prepares his service for next week

I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really lookin' fine for eighty-four
And she asked me if some time I'd fix the barn
Poor old girl, she needs a man down on the farm

And it's good old country comforts in my bones
Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home

Down at the mill they've got a new machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
"Oh, but that ain't natural" old man Grayson says
'cause he's a horse-drawn man until his dying days

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Wheelchair access or lack of it

I have just been reading a very nice blog article about someone experience with wheelchair access CLICK HERE TO READ POST
Wheelchair access is a very difficult thing and even some places are never going to be accessible.I remember years ago booking a cottage that was listed as wheelchair usable but it had steps into the cottage and the shower had a huge step into it and no seat in the shower nor any hand rails. The holiday was interesting. No the Holiday was great the wheelchair access was questionable, oh I forgot to add it had gravel paths up to the door really wheelchair friendly. People who dont know the problems just think you can cope but the reality of life in a chair is very different from peoples perceptions.
Images from Google Images


Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Manston Spitfire Museum Cafe

Today is Heathers sisters birthday. We took her for a ride after telling we were going on a magical mystery tour. Earlier Heather and I had discussed possible places to take her go a bacon sandwich. Whilst driving along the coast road to Birchington there was a  call on Heathers phone and because I am a butter fingers I didn't manage to answers it. The call came from a friend walking to our house to visit so we turned back and  picked him up as well. He is insured to drive our car so he became driver and I became navigator. I directed us all to the Spitfire museum cafe at Manston and jolly good it is to. We all ordered bacon sandwiches and various drinks.
The sandwiches were great and so we're the drinks. We sat out on the patio area just watching the world go by. There was a Kestral hovering over the grass beside us and it made a couple of dives into the undergrowth but we never did see if it was successful it just disappeared from view. We all spent a while chatting before Heather went back for more drinks which when we returned was accompanied by huge slices of cake. I like cake. I hope her sister enjoyed it at the cafe, I did and am slightly sunburned to prove it. My first venture out for 2016 and I am suffering from sun stroke.

Friday, 13 May 2016

Skywatch Friday from Margate

I have closed my Promote Thanet Blog but I cannot and will not stop submitting stuff to SKYWATCH FRIDAY. I may not be the best photographer but even I can take a picture of the sky, its that big blue space above my head. Here is my latest effort which I have christened SKY IN 3D.
I didn't even need to get out of the car for this shot which is just as well because I am disabled and in a wheelchair so I go for the easy option every time. Have a good  week and keep watching the sky.

Thank you to Skywatch Friday co-hosts Yogi, Sandy, and Sylvia.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Enjoyed some afternoon sunshine

The nurse was here before I was out of bed this morning. I don't know about you but exceedingly cheerful people before breakfast is a thing I could do without and couple cheerful with the fact she was here to remove copious amounts of my blood I was shall we say miffed. Anyhow we got to talking photography and that will always cheer me up. So on the law of averages I was about par for a Thursday morning, the only trouble was I didn't find out it was Thursday until seven fifteen this evening. Where did Tuesday and Wednesday go?
Anyhow I got up showered  and trimmed my nasal hair and got rid of the hair growing in my ears, I never had to do either until the age of fifty now it's the bain of my life, Heather brought me a male grooming set and the nasal attachment tickles like mad but is infantly better than the alternative of me wielding scissors and poking them in my orifices. I waxed my moustache, have I mentioned the beard? I stopped shaving for dry January, well I wasn't about to stop drinking was I ? So when January came to an end I kept the facial hair.
My kids don't like it, well my daughter's my son has a beard so his views are noncommittal. I am going for the 70's rocker look think Easyrider moustache and full face accompaniment.  Enough about my beard and stuff. I have been feeling crap. Crap is the politely conservative description I would go for full Anglo Saxon description but mixed company read this blog. Today now I am feeling better and the blood tests will come back clear I decided I was actually able to go out for a ride in the sunshine. The plan was to go round the big block. I managed to get part way and with the Sun in our eyes we cut it short by several percentage points and cut through reducing the distance by about eighty per cent. We stayed on the sunny sides of the streets and managed to get back without mishap and both still in one peace, and still talking to each other. Much better than last time.
I am sure we will make it round the big block soon but it's better not to rush these thing as Pumba said Hakuna mattata.

Wednesday, 11 May 2016

Alice's Restaurant Massacree

One of the funniest track I have heard for a while, Arlo Guthrie is funny. And this is worth listening to because it is about life in the USA during the draft I have copied the lyrics just in case you would like to sing along.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in, it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago on Thanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in the church nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room, seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn't have to take out their garbage for a long time. We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. So we took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VW microbus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the city dump. Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across the dump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dump closed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove off into the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage. We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of the side road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up we decided to throw ours down. That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." And I said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope under that garbage." After speaking to Obie for about forty-five minutes on the telephone we finally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go down and pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at the police officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward the police officer's station. Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done at the police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal for being so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, and we didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us out and told us never to be see driving garbage around the vicinity again, which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's station there was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we was both immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think I can pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid. Get in the back of the patrol car." And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to the quote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town of Stockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted to get in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds of cop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station. They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, and they took twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach, the getaway, the northwest corner, the southwest corner, and that's not to mention the aerial photography. After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to put us in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want your wallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting my wallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." I said, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?" Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he took out the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars, roll out the - roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. Obie was making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a few nasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went back to the church, had a another Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up, and Obie stood up with the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing-eye dog, and he sat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing-eye dog, and then at the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing-eye dog. And then at twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry, 'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American blind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and the judge wasn't going to look at the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. And we was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but thats not what I came to tell you about. I came to talk about the draft. They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street, where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected, and selected. I went down to get my physical examination one day, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. 'Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York, and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and all kinds o' mean, nasty, ugly things. And I walked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604." And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead, burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the Sergeant came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy." Didn't feel too good about it. Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections, detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to me at the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, four hours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nasty ugly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they was inspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving no part untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see the last man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there, and I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only got one question. Have you ever been arrested?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacree, with full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and all the phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you ever go to court?" And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I want you to go and sit down on that bench that says 'Group W'... NOW, kid!!" And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W's where they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the Army after committing your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly-looking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. Father rapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! And they was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-fightin' guys sitting on the bench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanest father raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly 'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things, and he sat down next to me and said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay $50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?" And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the bench there, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till I said, "...and creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand, and we had a great time on the bench, talkin' about crime, mother stabbing, father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on the bench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, until the Sergeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held it up and said, "Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna- know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing- you-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting- officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked for forty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there, and I filled out the massacree with the four part harmony, and wrote it down there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down the pencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on the other side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else on the other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read the following words: ("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?") I went over to the Sergeant, said, "Sergeant, you got a lot a damn gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'm sittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench 'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the Army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me and said, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprints off to Washington." And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is a study in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'm singing you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in a situation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk into the shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can get anything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, if one person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick and they won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony, they may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them. And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's an organization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I said fifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement. And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, and all you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on the guitar. With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here and sing it when it does. Here it comes. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud. I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing it for another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired. So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four part harmony and feeling. We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing. All right now. You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Excepting Alice You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Walk right in it's around the back Just a half a mile from the railroad track You can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant Da da da da da da da dum At Alice's Restaurant Read more: Arlo Guthrie - Alice's Restaurant Massacre Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Sunday, 8 May 2016

DeviantArt day

I have been feeling under par for a couple of weeks and when I went to get up this morning I couldn't actually stand. HEATHER got me into the bathroom on the chair and I had a shower etc and really struggled to get into my wheelchair. By the time I got downstairs it had taken over two hours. I really wanted to stay out of everyone's way so sat with the computer on my lap, after all it isn't called a laptop for nothing. I went through the photos on my hard drive and uploaded lots to deviantart
I used to spend a lot of time on DeviantArt but over the last year I have not been using the camera much, I just haven't been feeling that great. Today I was even worse than usual but I turned Apple Music on and just drifted through the day.. I uploaded forty odd picture and spent the day looking at pictures. Tomorrow's an early start so night world.

Saturday, 7 May 2016

Seasick Steve session Started out with nothing and still have most of it left

I am sitting here listening to Seasick Steve I first saw him on the Jules Holland Later show I am bingeing out on his music as Heather is out and she don't like the Blues. Here is a track that sums up how I feel today. I chopped this from Wikipedia Wold left home at 13 to avoid abuse at the hands of his stepfather, and lived rough and on the road in Tennessee, Mississippi and elsewhere, until 1973.[4][7] He would travel long distances by hopping freight trains, looking for work as a farm laborer or in other seasonal jobs, often living as a hobo.[5][8] At various times, Wold worked at a carnival, as a cowboy and as a migrant worker. Wold described this time of his life by saying "Hobos are people who move around looking for work, tramps are people who move around but don't look for work, and bums are people who don't move and don't work. I've been all three."[9]

Friday, 6 May 2016

Rick Stien in Berlin

I enjoyed watching Rick Stein on BBC one tonight as he ate his way round various venues in Berlin. I like the idea of pork knuckle or curried sausage though I must admit to not being a lover of Sour Kraut. I have always enjoyed Ricks lay back approach to cooking and for those of you old enough to know what I am talking about when I mention Chalkie I miss him to.
But then if I am going down the nostalgia route I miss ten Bob notes
and pubs closing at 10:30 and beer being ten pence a pint.
Food is the in thing on TV it has been in for fifty years, any one else remember Fanny Cradock and her long suffering husband Johnnie ? I just googled her and she first started as a TV chef in 1955  the year I was born.
Rick Stien has been a TV chef since the mid seventies according to Wikipedia. And I must say it is due to my love of fishing and seafood that I have always enjoyed watching him. This series that he is now putting out is about weekend breaks and the cuisine of where ever it is he visits last week it was Iceland this week it was Berlin. I find it good television but am cross he is encouraging people to go abroad when we have so many great locations here in the UK. I am a great advocate of the staycation and supporting local food and businesses. Still it is only television and maybe no one will go abroad and they will stay here in  the UK and oh look there is a pink flying pig, I wonder if they will be on his menu next week.

Paying the price for daring to go out. I hate MS

I have just written in one of my other blogs KENTALLINONEPLACE'S BLOG
I am sitting here knackered because I dared to be human and go out and enjoy the world. I only went in the wheelchair for a few hundred yards and ate a bacon sandwich and drank coffee looking at the sea. Not a lot is it but the effort of getting in and out of the car and even talking has worn me out. I was reading on the Multiple Sclerosis sites forum how one lady was so hacked off having to explain to others how the simple effort of just living with MS is exhausting, you have no plasters or bandages or obvious signs of the turmoil your body is going through just to get through each day. All the problems are internal I am sitting here and my legs feel like every nerve end wants to burst through my skin and escape from my body. My joints in my hands as I type this are on fire my little finger wants to wander off and it is a constant battle to make it obey my requirements. All  these little things are a daily battle with my body that in itself exhausts me and then all the other bits make me feel constantly fatigued not just tired I mean constantly exhausted.
All of these little battles go on unnoticed it is what I have to put up with every minute of everyday even when sleeping so when I sleep I wake exhausted. And then as the person on the forum said someone says "oh you are looking so good" and I want to scream at them and tell them I feel absolutely awful but if I did I wouldn't use polite words. But instead I say "i'm okay"or "I am fine thank you" No one wants to really know what battles I am fighting physical or mental. Sometimes it does affect me mentally. I have often written about my most important two tablets each day are the two antidepressants. My mental crutches my support network for my brain. I can get into some dark places if I dont take them, very dark and I dont want to go there I am bad enough to live with on antidepressants but if I do get depressed I am awful.
I am not writing this for sympathy. I dont need sympathy I need understanding  and I am also writing this for others who find themselves in similar positions to myself. I look and I  talk as if nothing is wrong but inside I am a wreck, my body is broken and even with all the progress in medical understanding and drugs my body is a wreck, my nervous system has burnt out and those billions of nerve endings that are trying to escape wont ever be repaired. So if I say I am fine when you askplease dont say you are looking well because looks can be deceptive.

Thursday, 5 May 2016

Writing a Journal most days and doing Arty things

I wrote about my trip out to buy some art stuff pencils paper and a Journal a couple of months back CLICK HERE to read about my adventures in The Range they stock a huge range of art and craft material
Most days or of late I have done a sketch in bed to hi-lite a journal post. I said at the time I intended to start keeping a journal, just brief jottings of the days events and a bit of poetry and I have done just that. My fingers are not so clumsy anymore and people can actually read what I have written down. When I started it was all very large print and indecipherable now it is still LARGE but at least those who pick up the journal can  read something even if they cant make out the drawings.
There are thousands of Journals out there ranging for a few quid upwards  and I must admit that several years ago I used to keep one which was just a thirty pence note pad from the local newsagent. When I was working I always used to need a few note pads handy to jot down what I needed to collect from the builders merchant or wood yard. So my first journals were just recycled notepads and most had dimensions of timber needed or workings out for materials for  quotes at the front and then lists of birds seen and a bit of poetry jotted down in the remaining pages.
I now have a nice book with decent paper, thick enough to draw and even paint on. I am proud of my efforts. No one need see them though my son is often picking it up and glancing through it when he calls round. I don't do it for other people though as I say its no secret and I am happy to share with anyone. I have even taken to going on to Youtube and watching artists at work and have learned new skills by doing so, as my soon to be daughter in law  says "every day is a school day" and "you are never to old to learn" you may have guessed she is a school teacher. I am just going to have another little go now because my hands ache when I type. It is the way I sit in the wheelchair with a lap tray and the lap top on top. I am also feeling tired we went out at Lunch Time to West Bay Cafe in Westgate on Sea and sat in the sunshine eating yet more Bacon Sandwiches and drinking coffee. Heather then wheeled me along the prom and  eventually back to the car. We had taken a friend with us so dropped him home before  meeting one of our grandsons from school. His mum was there with his bike and we played silly sods racing from road to road trying to beat him to each junction and then beat him home, he won because we got caught in traffic lights. That made him very happy to beat his Grandma and Grandad plus we had some sweets.
Right a quick mention of a tweeter and blogger I only know as Honestmumma it was because of her blog posts about depression that I keep my journal up to date. You can find her on twitter   
and read her frank and honest blog here :- 
Have a great day from me in a very sunny Margate.

Here is a 1965 image from google of where we had Bacon Sarnies today

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Catheter Change and Wheelchair breakdown

I was laying in bed with my coffee by my side and listening to Chris Evans on the radio, Heather was in the shower and of course the doorbell rings. I cant get out of bed without assistance so Heather has to trundle downstairs all wet and hair up in a towel with a dressing gown hiding her modesty. It was the district nurse come to change my catheter. Fantastic!!!! New nurse (not brand new one I have never seen before) and new system. Evidently they get tomorrows jobs today so instead of going into the office they go straight to the job hence early start. No problems all done and dusted and I thought new nurse lets as her to see if she know the answer. Nope she didn't know why Abbreviated is such a long word so the search for the answer goes on.
Later after all this happened and I had half drowned in the shower we decided to take a walk around the block. Mistake!!!! gets half way and  the new wheelchair decides it wont go any faster than snails pace. Darn it we had to come home only to discover it was my own fault I had put to much tilt into the chair and it decided I was unsafe and made me come home at a safe speed ie snails pace. Well every days a learning day as my kids tell me and Heather has learned I am grumpy when wheelchairs break down. I have learned if I talk to Heather like that I will get my face slapped. Anyhow home safe and sound now and look forward to my next excursion.

must remember not to use in a tilted position

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

Tipped out of wheelchair

Yep whilst being bumped into our daughter's house they tipped me forward and I almost ended up doing a spectacular slide out of the seat onto the front step. It took four people to eventually get me back in the chair before I ended up in an undignified heap on the floor. I now hurt in all sorts of places and worst of all so does Heather. She is my brick and if she is hurt I won't be able to do the things I now take for granted.

Sunday, 1 May 2016

Bacon sandwiches and coffee

We went out for a ride today. Beautiful day with blue sky and sunshine so unlike a British bank holiday I thought it was traditionally a time for cloudy skies and drizzle. We headed down to Margate to see if many visitors had come to join in the weekend fun and wasn't disappointed maybe not huge crowd s but a brisk trade going on in the old town. We headed out of town and as we did the traffic coming into Margate was building. Heather drove out thorough Harlingen and we headed out to Minster I believe that I saw signs for their fun day next weekend so check the internet and head on over because the have great things out there.
We ended up at Deal and I sat in the car as Heather got bacon sandwiches and coffee from the little cafe next to the lifeboat station. The lifeboatmen were doing a sponsored car clean service fund raising. We sat there eating a nice bacon sarnie and watched several cars go in and come out all shiny.