So much so … from my last post.. that I streamed the original Harvey on Prime.

What a beautiful film. I loved it.
Every bit as good as Its a wonderful life , Jimmy Stewart’s most famous movie.

Watch it. Go all gooey.

I went to see Harvey last night.
No, not a mate of mine, but the play.
It was an Oscar winning film from 1950, starring old Jimmy Stewart.

I saw it in Chiswick. St Michael’s players.
They did it so well, and I loved it.

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❤️

You can tell when it’s winter.
20 miles in a wheelchair, on the London roads, to go to a gig. Christ it rained the whole way there. Shocking. To say I was wet is an understatement. When you can’t stand up to dry yourself somehow.. you just stay wet. Very wet.

Anyway, the band, The The ( no that’s not a typo ) were pretty good. I think everyone else there was a fan and actually knew some of their songs.

Thanks to young Roy for arranging.

I’ve been watching Married At First Sight. Christ.
I wondered what happened to everyone that used to go on Jeremy Kyle. … now I know.

Not blogged for a while!?

Last night my chum, Chris, and I went to see Jon Sopel talking in Richmond theatre. What an interesting fella. BBC American correspondent for 10 years… lots to say about ole Trump.. etc. And how crazy the political system is in the States.
Who knew… ? 😂

Other recent highlights have been seeing Natasha Bedingfield in Camden, and also Waiting for Godot in town.
Natasha has definitely still got it All going on, and Waiting FG is still almost impossible to fathom!

I also went to Hampton Court. I’ve been lots of times but never been inside. Wow, it’s extraordinary. Loads of staff all over the place to answer your questions and actually quite a few hidden lifts to help people like me to look around upstairs. What a place! Go and see it.

Christ, the canal upon which I live is high today. Flooding and even canal boats slipping their moorings and floating off.
There’s a boat currently wedged against 3 others and totally perpendicular to how it should be ie it’s across the canal … rather than on the side of it. It’s going to take the flow to stop before someone attempts to move it…
With more rain to come, who knows how long it’ll be there. Yikes.

Oh, and hi to Priscilla. Lovely to meet you.

Non highlights include having a bizarre experience with a carer that I had to use for a week whilst GG was away. When she didn’t turn up one day … I was absolutely stuck.
I managed to extricate myself but imagine my surprise when she then proved impossible to contact ( and was in possession of the keys to my flat ) and a whole load of my ( fairly expensive) shirts which she had said she was taking home to iron.
I had no choice but to involve the Feds and have my locks changed. All quite a big deal – you just can’t really trust people, sadly. Tbh I thought maybe she’d been murdered or hurt and was perhaps locked up against her will. But no, she turned out to be fine and unharmed ( according to the police ) but to this day I’ve no idea why she did what she did.
But thanks to GG and Suzy for their help in getting my keys and shirts back. All really odd ..

So I learned that 2 Brazilians like to party!
And to sing Bon Jovi songs at high volume, whilst crying.
Now that’s a first. .. and also purgatory for me… as he’s definitely on my list of people I’d pay to NOT see.

I had no idea that girls learn the lyrics to ‘ soppy ‘ songs and then can sing them years bloody later, as if the words were written for them personally.
But Nathalia and Amanda.. now I know!

Just need to work out how to ban my Alexa from playing Bon Jovi songs again.

I should have written this yesterday.

Ok the metalwork break was not that at all.
I’d been out and had been playing with my powerballl exercise device.
For the wheel back to mine , I’d stuck it between my legs ( obviously I can’t feel it or indeed anything.
When I got back I did a set off pull ups on a bar. Obviously I’m still in my chair, I’m just pulling up as best I can.
Unbeknown to me, as I’ve pulled upwards, the powerball ( cricket ball sized and very solid ) had rolled back in the wheelchair seat.
When I’ve come down after my last pull up, I’m then sat on this very hard cricket ball, but have zero idea I am, except I’m bloody wobbly in my seat. Well you would be if you sat on a cricket ball that wedged itself up your bum somewhere.
I was sat on that for probably 90 minutes and whilst I knew something was extremely different all of a sudden, I had absolutely no idea why.
The only thing I could think of to explain my drastic change in seating stability was that my spinal metalwork had come undone.

Jesus what a bizarre thing to do.
Amazingly this hard plastic ball up my ass for 90 minutes didn’t leave me with any damage to myself at all, other than a period of extreme stress.

Ffs. What an idiotic thing to do.
Sorry to worry anyone. Two of my friends had immediately contacted me to offer assistance, having read my entry.
No pun intended.

Me n GG went to Stoke Mandeville hospital today and I had loads of Botox serum injected into specific muscles in my legs- the ones that specifically cause my spasms by repeatedly firing off.
I’m really hoping that I may ( well ) get a fair bit of relief ( at last ).

Watch this space.

Bloody hell, I think something significant may have just happened to my metalwork in my back. I’ve suddenly gone ‘ wobbly’ in my chair.
As it happens I’m going to Stoke Mandeville hospital tomorrow, so I’ll try to get them to investigate.
I phoned the surgeon that put my metalwork in, but he’s away in America for a month.
There’s no point in me going to a regular hospital, they’ll have no clue what to do with me.
My spasms and stiffness have been so ridiculously bad for a long time now and I always feel that perhaps that’s indicative of something having broken. Obviously I can’t actually feel a thing, but my body does at some level, and the response is increasing spasms.

Feeling odd and a bit concerned.

And I have a lovely new friend ( no, not a girlfriend ). She’s a very cute Brazilian ( no, not the ‘ hairstyle’ either, but then again I wouldn’t know.. 😳).

Anyway, I’m looking forward to meeting one of her best friends tomorrow too. All the way from Austria, no less. Amanda isn’t very Austrian sounding though? Maybe she’s not a native.

What a multicultural life I lead – Wales one day and a Latino Germanic dinner for 3 the next ( ok 4 days later, but hey )

Not to mention my asylum seeker/ refugee buddies!

God, who’d have thunk it?

And it all worked!

What a lovely weekend seeing my relatives.
They made me feel really loved, I have to say.

South Wales is very different to London, I have to say. Certainly the families are closer, more familiar, far less formal. I’m probably making sweeping comments, but I’ll stand by them anyway.

Everything is more shared and certainly more relaxed.

Anyway, GG and I had a brilliant time.

Thanks so much to everyone for the Valleys welcome.
🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿♥️

And I made it to Wales in the van.
F me, everything is SO complicated though.

And I seem to spend most of my time thinking of how easy everything used to be.

Not helpful, but 11 years on I’m no better at being bloody disabled.

19 of us tonight though. Loads of them I’ve not seen for years!

Should be good x