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Fireworks ahead.

Dearie me.
Someone I used to be close to has evidently done such a number on me that neither of my daughters wants to know me at all ( apparently ).
No word or anything at Christmas from either. It could be solely their mother, or possibly it’s a double act.
Now I don’t know what it is, but for sure it’s something really bad, this thing.
What’s really sad, and disappointing, is that my daughters ( who have casually and easily broken my heart again and again ) evidently fully believe the tripe they hear, and have zero faith In me. I’m the most generous, loving and devoted dad they could actually wish for – yet they seem to have no idea.

For years Danielle has told people ( including and mostly my kids ) that ‘ he’s evil, he’s manipulative, don’t engage with him, He’s hurting my daughters, trying to deprive them financially etc etc etc. All finished off with ‘ I’m a solicitor- I wouldn’t lie ‘. And people believe her. Why would she lie? It must be true about him. Thanks for the heads up Danielle…
But seriously, what’s more manipulative than telling people that someone else is manipulative? Talk about Get in there to double bluff. She’s good, I’ll give her that ! But if anyone reading this actually has an example of me being manipulative then please, do write in!

Obviously Danielle isn’t always nasty. If you met her/ know her, then I’m sure she’s ever so nice! I married the woman. I clearly liked her a fair bit. But you only know someone REALLY well when the chips are down. Currently I’m soon again in Court where Danielle will seek to justify why I ( the paraplegic living in a modest flat ) should finance ( that is, give her money ) her lifestyle. Anything taken from me will mean a far more uncertain future in terms of being able to pay for care. For her however, it’s about whether she can go out for dinner 4 times a week rather than twice. So to ME .. she is Enemy Number 1. She may well have the backing of my daughters who think ‘ well mummy should be able to go out for dinner every night if she wants to ‘.. but there isn’t any chance of either of those two young ladies ever offering to help look after me. As in no chance at all. It’s not the way my Ex has brought them up. And yes, it’s her that has had all the parental influence for many years now. Compassion hasn’t been on the agenda, just clothes, restaurants, nice cushions and the right pedigree cat. ( so obviously not their fault- all hers. We are all a product of our upbringing, after all ) So to ME ( and not you ) she is rather despicable I’m afraid. The choice line of all time uttered by her, reference me was ‘ well why does he need money for holidays? There are charities that take people like him on holidays’
Whenever my resolve wavers, I think of her saying that… and I’m straight back to Streetfighter mode. To be fair I can see why she might struggle to make ends meet – what with her TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY THOUSAND POUNDS SALARY ( oh and with my child maintenance payments on top!! ) Poor lady !

I mean, would she ever write ‘ publicly’ about me? No. She doesn’t have to. I bought a fire breathing weed exterminator the other day. Fries the F out of weeds on a patio. Instant death.
Well I’m like that. .. she’s more banned DDT weed killer. Drip drip drip , poison poison poison until you’re dead. Her nozzle has been pointing at me for many years. ..

There are old friends of mine that now just turn the other cheek/ don’t respond to a text etc etc.
That’s not anything I’ve done to them. It’s what they have heard about me. .. and I’m not going to just accept it any longer.

What I’d love – and I’m challenging Danielle to this here and now ( because she will read this )is for us to hire a magistrate ( privately ) and sit before him/her and discuss every single thing she has lied about. We’d have to go back day after day probably for a fortnight to get through it all. All the people she has told lies to will be invited and of course my daughters. Her own family can have the front row seats.
At the end the person judged to have lied consistently for 7 years gets LIAR tattooed onto their forehead.
C’mon Danielle Kingdon… let’s do it.

( This woman has ( amongst other things ) tried to put me into a Care Home 100 miles away from London,with the manipulation of my two ( then young- 15 and 12 ) daughters…driven me to suicide in July 2017. I don’t therefore feel I owe her an awful lot of compassion )

Of course she won’t though. She wouldn’t even agree to a mediator doing it with me, her and our 2 children. She has everything to lose and nothing to gain.
But oh, hang on a sec .. there is something to be gained – the happiness of our daughters ( who are both permanently going through the mill of thinking their Dad is some sort of evil, dark force ). What kind of mother thinks that that is a positive thing for her children? A twisted one, for sure. Clearly she believes that children don’t need a dad. Both my kids are psychologically damaged though – and that’s all on Danielle. She’s made it that she is the sole parent figure, and has made a royal mess of their mental health.
As she is a solicitor, and I have named her, and publicly called her a liar, then she can sue me for libel. Cmon Danielle, why don’t you, hmmm ?
All you have to do is prove I’m not telling the truth. Except I am, as I always do. Every word of it, as always.

This isn’t a Harry and Mayyygan ‘ my truth’. This is The Truth. As is everything I write in this diary ( except for the obvious tongue in cheek funny stuff- that’s a variation on what may have actually happened ).

I remember when I first met her. She told me ( quite proudly) that at home with her dad, if she needed money, she’d wait til her dad came back drunk from somewhere and when he was asleep she’d steal money from his wallet. On thé gamble that he’d never be able to remember if he’d spent the money and what on.. she’d always get away with not being suspected. But I mean seriously (?) who’d suspect their teenage public schoolgirl daughter of stealing from her dad ?
Then in Uni she and a friend ( who later went on to be a journalist for The Sun – well need I say more ) started The Aerobics Society. They took a lot of membership fee cash from a lot of female first year students. But they only arranged one aerobics class. She and her friend just went shopping with the membership fees. Well who was going to sue them for a £10 membership fee in 1986? Official offence – Embezzlement. That’s been her lifetime style. If she can do something to cheat and get away with it, she will. Solicitor… but a tainted one.
In her work as an Employment solicitor, it’s all about screwing the employee. She only works for companies. They will want to get rid of someone so they use her to find an angle for doing so. It matters not whether that employee has been loyal and hard working and dedicated – if it’s hard to get rid of someone ‘legitimately’ then she finds some way to sully them, and does it gleefully. It’s a thoroughly unpleasant business. Sweetness and light she certainly isn’t. People told me never to marry a solicitor. Gawd I should have listened and married someone decent, honest and non vindictive.. not the type that steals from her own family and fellow students, and eventually persecutes the paralysed dad of her kids ( in the pursuit of money to supplement her £215k annual salary )

When I do find out the details she spreads about me though I’ll be giving full disclosure on every social media platform there is, and naming name(s).

When you’ve nothing to hide ( me ) it’s easy.

One day soon, I’m sure. Injustice is a bad thing.
My ‘ reputation’ has evidently been shredded completely, and no one will tell me what’s been said.

When Danielle and I met, she had a handful of friends. All of the friends we came to have were people that I’d met, become friends with, and then introduced her. She brought no one at all to the party. Upon my injury, with me in hospital and very unwell for a number of years, she somehow managed to change the dynamic, installing herself as ‘ my nurse and saviour’. In actual fact she did very little. She was given 6 months off work with full pay and did more wine drinking than anything else. She sold most of our property ‘ assets ‘ and spent the majority of the money in a few years. I’ve not ever said much adverse about her really. We go to court again soon and this time around she will be exposed as a liar, and I shan’t hold back. As she has a habit of lying in court, it will this time around all come home to roost.

Am I worried my daughters won’t speak to me because I wrote this? Ha! One hasn’t for 5 years anyway and shows no sign of, and the other one is totally brainwashed ( of late ) by the Embezzling wallet pilferer. Lily’s own Childrens Mutual fund ( that I’d put £20 a month into for 15 years ) actually got emptied by Danielle before it matured. I had no idea that there was a clause which said either parent could take the money at any time. Danielle took it all and went skiing with her fella ( twice ) financed by the £4000. At the same time she was pleading poverty to her divorce solicitor, claiming she couldn’t afford to pay for essentials for my kids. Just shocking. I was completely speechless. Lily said, when I told her ‘ well I’m sure mummy will give me the money back, so it’s ok ‘. Good luck with that, kid. What’s nicking off your teenage daughter, when you are used to stealing your dad’s cash from his wallet?

Her gossiping mates will read this and say ‘ oh poor Dani! How could he!? ‘. But also they’ll think ‘ wow, well I didn’t know any of that … ‘ And ‘ well yes, she has said all that awful stuff about him, for years ‘
Her reputation is the least of my worries. And she’s done far worse, trust me. But I’m not going to protect her any longer.

There are fireworks ahead. Everyone loves the salacious stuff.

It’s definitely a case of No More Mister Nice Guy. I’m going to sing like a canary ( as they used to say )

Never mind Vardy and Rooney – I’m sure this is better. West End here we come.

Can you tell I’m in Fightback Mode?

December 27th.

I seem to have turned into a real Do Gooder.

Today I reported a gas leak ( as in a strong smell of gas ) outside a premises near to where I live. The thing is, I had already reported it about 5 days ago. The smell is REALLY strong and I’m surprised it wasn’t remedied.

If you are walking past Pets at Home in Brentford and you are close to the open and fenced off manhole cover, I definitely wouldn’t recommend you choose that moment to light your fag.

And in addition… I reckon I’ve now told about 200 people about their faulty brake lights that I seem to have a knack for spotting. As I stop alongside and tap their side window, most drivers look warily/ fearfully at me, and seem surprised I then say something ‘ community minded ‘ ie ‘ just wanted to tell you you’re missing a brake light ‘ ..

Had a great Christmas!
Thanks to my folks for coming down and to my Mum for cooking. No matter how often I say I eat a plant based diet, she still cooks something meaty when she cooks at mine.

No matter! First time I’ve had beef in several years, and of course it did taste lovely. Obviously I didn’t go plant based because of the taste of meat.
Anyway (!) we had a great time, as I did generally in December tbh ( despite divorce court shenanigans)

Always look on the bright side of life… not always been dead obvious these last 9 years.

Christmas 🎄 Christmas 🎅

Great night on Tuesday at mine.
Thanks to my the lovely peeps who all helped to do stuff. I can do a fair few things, but cooking? No. Hopeless. Tho not quite as shite as I used to be.
I don’t think I ever used an oven til last year tbh.
Slow cooker is my staple at the moment and it really is a winner. Plants suit my insides best and they seem to suit me even more after being In a slow cooker for a few hours.
Tuesday was turkey though. Well I’m plant based nearly always but sometimes you gotta go crazy…

I didn’t think I’d end up on the floor of my bedroom at 5 am (!!) – that’s twice out of my chair in 3 days. Not good!
A gash on my chin … that’s a cut this time that is healing. As is my left thumb.
See – superglue and a roll of tape – who needs A&E.

Got some funny cards and stuff.

Fair play to Leigh ( I think it’s short for Leighton ) for giving his best shot in the music quiz. It was him Vs everyone else ( 8 people? ) so he was up against it.
He kept shouting GET IN THERE / WELSH WONDER etc etc -the music quiz wallflower that he is. 😀

Merry Christmas to everyone.

Christmas cheer

And from my rather sick buddy,,Rob.

Christmas tip: Wrap empty boxes for presents and when your children misbehave or don’t listen, throw one on the fire.

Don’t forget to laugh as they burn.

If you prefer, you could throw one of the wrapped boxes on the fire instead.

Wheel into Christmas

I’m very much 👀 ing forward to actually having my mum cooking Christmas dinner for me ( and for my Dad ) this year!

I’ve actually not seen a member of my immediate family on Christmas Day for many years now, and was expecting the same this year.

But no! Not this year! TWO members of my family. Like buses – none for ages and then two at the same time. ..

I think my offspring might be in Sevenoaks with Lizzy or something … mmm that whole thing gets weirder and weirder, but I’m sure they’ll have fun, what with the Selection Box of recreational drugs and the Fortune Teller as well, maybe a festive séance – what’s not to like?
I hope they all have a blast. ( Of course Fortune Tellers tend to be gypsies and they’re family oriented, so they may not want to hear what she says about the ostracised paralysed dad situation . )

But anyway! My chin and thumb are infection free but painful. My escalator trauma spasms have now stopped ( thank goodness ) and my shoulder isn’t quite so bad.

Now however I have definitely exceeded my Nine Lives quota.. so I imagine unless I just stay in all the time from now on, this’ll be my last Christmas.

So it’s going to be a corker!!

Xxx

PS Thanks for all the kind words and wishes I’ve received. Appreciated!!

Conçussion?

Actually can’t remember writing the last post. Think I was probably concussed.

I remember falling down the escalator and then some paramedics and someone foreign helping me.

Can’t remember getting back though.

Today and last night tho I have mental spasms and pissing myself ( in a way that isn’t my normal ).

Hurt my right arm and shoulder as well.

I’m buggered without my arms and hands.

Jesus Christ.
Hanging on by a thread. Thumb badly cut chin too.
Held together with tape. 👍🙄

Ffs

Well there’s a NOTE TO SELF reminder.
Never entrust a biologically born female with anything life threateningly wheelchair practical.

As this evening I tumbled head over heels all the way down an escalator In London Bridge station, I did wonder how the flying fuck that had come to pass.. given I was In the company of TWO ‘ able bodied ( well physically at least ) females.

Never again then… just ask a biologically born male to assist ( well unless it’s my ex Wendy who was superlative ) … or I’m in trouble.

I’ve a massive gash on my left thumb and a bigger gash under my chin, but no way I’m going to A and E. Yes the paramedics told me to go, but I refused.
I called my other help, Samantha, who’s a lot more practical.. and between us we’ve used superglue and one steristrip ( 5 years out of date ) and some decorating masking tape.

Well.. that should do it ?

Let’s face it – I’ve had a shit load worse.

Presumably I’ve damaged other stuff I can’t feel.
I’m in bed now and my legs are in constant jerking spasms. That happens when I’m in pain. Pain that I can’t actually feel. F knows what else I’ve done.
Anyway. No way I’m going to a hospital.
😂

Chris….. tmas

Yet another ‘ how the F did I not die ‘ experience.
Just after coming off the A4 at 11.35 pm.. I break down. Total power failure. Brakes stuck on as well. Could push with my arms at max 0.5 miles per hour. With 3 miles to go and probably 1 below that didn’t look good.
Thankfully a man ( Pete ) helped me to a bus stop and pulled me up the bus ramp. Then I asked a lady if she’d push me the mile home from the bus stop.

She said yes. Thank you so much Total Stranger ( Caroline)
She called her husband and he came to do the pushing. Thank you Lawrence!

Must be the Xmas Spirit. People aren’t usually so willing to assist.

I was lucky. That was a close one tbh.

Earlier today… as I ‘ attended ‘ ( virtually online viewing ) the funeral of my lovely buddy, Chris Myatt, I realised I had a flat right hand tyre.
I was supposed to be wheeling to a tube station 10 minutes later, but instead ( thank the Lord ) I was near Fudge’s bike shop in Chiswick.
I went in and ( bless them !) the 3 guys there leant my chair over, stuck a support underneath my axle, pulled the wheel off, changed my inner tube with F1 speed, leant me over again, Jack out, wheel on and Go.
Not quite 7 seconds.. but only a few minutes.

And then…. refused to charge me !

Massive gratitude to Fudge in Chiswick then.

Every Fudge needs a nudge… right?
Top lads!

I’d said I was online watching my buddy’s funeral as they did my wheel. I think that was why they wouldn’t charge me. So Chris – that was you from beyond the grave once more helping me.
May you Rest In Peace, my friend. ♥️

Appreciation.

Thanks to Gina for coming to my aid in the 4am emergency I had this morning.
My life can get a bit grim sometimes.

And thanks to Toby for helping me with wheelchair and hoist reparations- he’s a useful and ever so clever fella is the Big T.

And thanks to Olga for also helping me with puncture repair. And Samantha too!

Uke

Lovely to spend the weekend with the racy Tracey.. and also to be helping a Ukrainian family. I’ve wanted to for ages and now I am.
I can’t put them up, but I can definitely assist in other ways. Olga and her son are here whilst her husband and older son are very much involved in the War Effort.
It’s very nice to feel appreciated. Clearly that’s missing in the minds of my own offspring. Oh well

And it’s good to resurrect my English teaching efforts too – well I have the time and definitely the energy for that.

I gratefully received thé ‘ thank you apple pie she baked for me!