Thankfully courts are now recognising this.
This blimmin site will not download my wedding pictures… I don’t mean pictures of my wedding btw, I mean pictures that are mine of the wedding Wendy and I went to on Saturday.
Moving on though… a friend of mine sent me this link. He identified me as being ‘ a victim ‘ of this. It makes sobering reading. Other than a very brief period of ‘ reunion ‘ I haven’t seen my children, or hardly seen them, for 3 years.
Reunited for the weekend, Wendy and I are going to my buddy Brian’s wedding to the lovely Macey. Like me, he is paralysed, but he is more so, as he broke his neck diving into a lake on a school trip 12 years ago, at 15.
He’s a brilliant guy, is Brian, clever and funny. He met Macey about a year ago online… yes, you can even get wives on the internet now – who’d have thunk it…?
It should be a lovely day. Brian declined my offer of loaning him my iBot, so he could be taller at the alter etc, preferring to go with ‘ what he knows ‘ ie his everyday wheelchair. So obviously I’m going in it, which for me makes a massive difference at social events.
Wendy looks absolutely, absolutely stunning in her dress ( actually chosen and bought by yours truly. I don’t mind if she upstages the Bride ( although I shouldn’t be saying that! )
I’ll post pictures tomorrow.
It’s the first time I’ve worn a suit in years, but everything still fits me as I have done my best to not ‘ let myself go ‘ despite my obvious inability to exercise in a normal way, and me having more muscles that don’t work than ones that do, so I just thrash the ones that still function, using various things that I’ve found on the internet, and thinking laterally ( as I do ).
I sincerely wish the Happy Couple an amazing day, and as successful a future as possible.
I had a 3 month check up and spine x Ray yesterday… and apparently nothing has happened, other than the healing and setting well process.
Imagine that?! It’s all going ok for a change, well in an already paralysed so it can’t get too much worse kinda way, anyway.
My plants are growing too… I’ve never been particularly interested in what happens in the Spring, garden wise, but this year I am, having planted bulbs, seeds and seedlings too.
Blimey.. no bees at all though. Not seen a single one! I know they are on a massive decline, but seriously, none? Maybe it’s not yet bee season? I can obviously google it but I haven’t. Surely when the plants flower, the pollinators appear, but as yet nothing is landing on my flowers.
If the weather doesn’t kill us directly, the indirect effects of pollution and industry is going to. No bees, less crops etc etc.
What a mess.
I was contacted online, via the dating app, by a lady that lives a few miles away, who ( by any measure ) then made a real play for my attention and affections. I went along with the conversation, and to be fair can be quite amusing by text, seeming to find it very easy to engage female attention. Then she proposed we talk on the phone, and we did, for 90 minutes of laughter. She then suggested we meet up the following evening, which I agreed to.
In my dating profile I didn’t mention my injury, nor do the pictures feature my wheelchair. I don’t however show me standing up, or have any pre injury pictures on show, nor do I make out that I’m ‘ able’.
The wheelchair isn’t exactly a selling point, let’s face it, and it’s only going to invite sympathy, or questions entirely to do with why I am in one. I’d rather engage with someone without that topic being aired, and then if she ‘ has the right qualities ‘ then I’d obviously tell her before we meet. At that point, I’m actually prepared for any nature of response, from total indifference to disability all the way to an angry accusation that I have lied through ‘misrepresentation of myself ‘.
This particular lady seemed to be very, very interested in me, and I thought she would be good fun and also ‘ understanding ‘. I phoned her 5 hours before our meeting time and told her the score, speaking candidly and openly, but retaining a lot of positivity too. No one wants to date a miserable git after all.
I could tell when she said ‘ right, that’s a lot to take in and think about, and I haven’t got much time to have my lunch as it is today ‘ that my news hadn’t been well received, and she said she’d see me later. It was no surprise though to receive her message –
Thanks for your messages and for letting me know the situation and I am so, so sorry about what happened to you.. That must have been an extremely difficult & challenging time and the fact that you’re still so positive in your outlook on life, is admirable.. Honestly – life sucks sometimes and bad things happen to good people..
Having thought about it though, I’m so sorry but I think we are going to have to leave meeting up.. I hope that doesn’t sound shallow but I know myself and I just don’t think there’s much point.. However, I sincerely wish you all the very best for the future and with meeting someone special. N******
I replied and said I totally understood her mindset, and wished her luck. There really isn’t any point in me being upset about this stuff, as it’s fruitless. She had mentioned that she was half German, and I did say that Hitler would have had people like me gassed, so perhaps it’s just her natural prejudice. I did then say that I was of course joking ( but I think I got the message across …)
We said goodbye and it was amicable for sure.
6 hours later I got a text from her saying that she was really missing my texts and jokes, and could we still be in touch as friends…
I replied yes of course, obviously.
But to myself I added ‘ You can go fuck yourself, N****** ‘
Life goes on! I went out with my brilliant buddy Chris H last night – top man is he, and too many drinks were drunk down by the river.
Massive gratitude to my exceptional mates Rob C and Marky P for their time and company and erection ability.
No, I’m talking about the building of a shed and putting up shelves to make my life easier. My stuff is now not all over my terrace, and I can reach all sorts of essential things whilst in bed, with my new shelf, without asking someone to get them for me. The more things I can do for myself, the better I feel about disability is the way it works. Making my own environment bespoke to me is absolutely the way forward, and I seem to be getting there for sure, with the help of my friends.
Thanks too to Toby for his help, and to my ( very attractive ) gardener that helped me loads yesterday. She can definitely come again…
This weekend is obviously Easter ( no, not seen my children, but I wish them well in whatever they are doing of course ) and it’s also Devizes to Westminster canoe race.. which has just been won by a mixed crew again ( second time in history ) I wish it had been hot and sunny weather when I did it! It was usually sub zero at night, and not loads warmer in the day… that’ll be Climate change then.
Yes, I do support the Climate change protesters. We have known for 30 years that the End is Nigh unless we change our ways, yet virtually nothing has been altered. It’s almost certainly too late now, and God help future generations who will be the ones to suffer the effects of what we now are doing. I’m glad I won’t be around to see the nature’s retribution.
On that depressing note, Happy Easter!
( and Happy Birthday to my big bruvver for Tuesday too x )
Get this… one of my female Carers words on dating MARRIED women…
‘ The ring doesn’t close the hole ‘ …..
Good Lord, so eloquently put?!
I went to divorce court today…. usual harmony!
It’s amazing how it gets … you just can’t possibly imagine why on earth you ever married her!
I’m sure she misses me loads though.
I’m not known for being a horticulturist ( more of a naughty culturist ) but I’ve been planting lots of things. Only things in planters that are higher than knee height of course, as I can’t bend down.
Anyway I’ve found that something is bloody digging the plants up all the time! Squirrels? Cats? Possibly aliens…
I’m going to go to get some 🐥 wire tomorrow after the Court thing, to keep the plants safe from chickens, and hopefully the other things too.