Aware I haven’t written anything for ages!

Okayyy… so both arms still hurt, a month later for the left and 2 months for the right.. after my 2 crashes. I tell you, I am now so bloody wary of everything when I’m on the road – crashing clearly isn’t good for me.
It has meant that exercise is very painful – well let’s face it, when you only have your arms, you don’t really have loads of choices about what exercise you can do.

What else has happened?
It’s been unrelentingly hot, as we all know. Once I was a sun lover, but that had to stop cos of various skin cancer type issues.. and anyway I can’t just have a shower now like everyone else, so getting excessively hot isn’t the best option.

Been to a lot of theatre stuff – Trainspotting the Musical, Abigail’s Party, The Ballad of Johnny and June, Jesus Christ Superstar( didn’t like that one at all ), seen my Uncle Richard Dawkins speak at the Barbican( loved his dismissal of a woman shouting out about trans people – well there’s no such thing as changing your sex, is there? ) watched a load of World Cup stuff, going to see Cyrano de Bergerac tonight, and Death Note the musical tomorrow..

My ex wife got married ( congrats ) to the chap she started seeing when I was in hospital… well, she and I were truly over by then, so that didn’t bother me in the slightest. Weird I didn’t get an invitation though ( but she doesn’t do friendly – only I do that )

My spasms continue to plague me, but perhaps mercifully they are less at night than in the day, so I actually get to sleep pretty well these days ( who’d have bloody thought?! )

Big thanks to GG for being so helpful all the time, tho she’s just started writing a list every Friday, where she details everything I’ve done wrong in the previous 7 days.
Hilariously she only manages 1 or 2 things, so I’m going to have to try harder to get on her nerves more.
Clearly I’m a delight to be around.
😇

Whilst on the bus the other day, a young woman was arguing loudly on her phone, with the other person on loudspeaker.
Of course, this stuff sadly goes unchallenged nowadays, but an elderly man eventually asked her to stop. She took zero notice, and Gina then asked her to do as the old man had politely asked.

The woman shouting on the phone then told the old fella to mind his own business, and turned on Gina, saying ‘ and you can shut up, with your dusty wig !’

Gina immediately went on Google to look up what that actually meant ( you’ve got a rubbish hairstyle and you haven’t washed your hair )
Gina thought she’d be really clever and shut the girl up by saying ‘ I’m only wearing a wig because I’m terminally ill’

However the girl took no notice of that at all.

Needless to say, to me it’s been hugely entertaining to say ‘ shut up you, with your dusty wig!’ a lot, since then.

😅

Lovely to see my old chum Russ the other day.
Known him since he had hair ( and that was a long time ago )

We did laugh non stop for 3 hours, mostly at the stuff that happens to me.

He’s convinced that I should write a book, featuring my stuff.

The thing is that I’d have to write it under a pseudonym or I’d get into a lot of trouble.
And how would I be able to get away with a pseudonym when it’s about a fella in a wheelchair that’s Welsh?

I’m not gonna make myself English, am I ?
There are limits on what I’d do to disguise myself!