It’s been a bit of a weekend.
My friend Suzy volunteered to help me with my terrace/ garden, so I got us tickets to the Chelsea Flower Show.
There’s posh.

We went for the ‘ evening ticket’ (5.30-8.30 ) but then at leaving time… well we didn’t leave, and no one asked us to.

So then we just went into the ‘ party ‘ that they now have there as a late night option.
A civilised day out became a bit of a sesh… well the unplanned ones are the best ones, right?

I’d gone in my ibot wheelchair ( best for crowds as I’m not lost in the sea of people all standing up ) … though it makes travelling far slower than in my Triride.

Suz was kind enough to make sure I got home safe… but that turned into her sitting on my lap for 2 miles – of course a very amusing sight for other road users.
Once again I’m sure i’ll ( along with Suz ) be in at least one TikTok video.
It goes at 7.2 mph, which is a lot faster than walking speed, and Suz wasn’t complaining about her lift home. Well not that I can remember any way.
Along the way/ day she acquired a straw hat ( which I seemed to be wearing most of the time).
I’ve no idea whether that blew off at some point.

THEN the next day, feeling like shite, I headed into town to get to the theatre. Again in the ibot because the theatre website said the lift was pretty small. The ibot is far smaller than my Tri.
Well bugger me, the lift was bloody TINY. The staff member had to get in with me as well. SHE may as well have been sitting on my lap as well, it was so squeezed. Literally I had to scrape my way in, and scrape reverse my way out…. Perfect conditions for my hungover state.
But Sheila and I had a good time! I had to employ Hair of the Dog tactics to get through the evening.
It wasn’t aided in the slightest by the District Line being shut. I therefore had to do all sorts to get into town. Trains and ramps and changes of train – all the stuff I love ( not ).

Today I’m feeling rough.