This picture dropped onto my news feed a few days ago and I was shocked by some of the comments that followed. One particularly ignorant gem read ‘…they park to allow other cars through otherwise everyone’s stuck, there is always access on another pavement.’ Um … no. All over Britain, dropped kerbs remain an alien concept
Yesterday I took delivery of these pretty babies and I’m so excited. I’ve been an athletics fan since I was tiny. I’ve always watched the IAAF World Championships and promised myself that one day I’d be there.
Not long after I started this blog I wrote about joining the local group of Ataxia UK. For me, it was a big step considering I’d previously avoided similar ‘support’ groups. I’ve quickly got more involved with the group and the charity as a whole and am doing more than I thought I would. For me, it’s not just about raising money to help others – it gives me something constructive to do and I feel like my efforts are actually being valued.
Britain gets furious and then just gets on with it. Much like me in that respect. I get angry and stamp my tiny size 3s if I feel people have treated me unfairly just because of my disability and I use this platform to share my feelings with the world – whether you want me to or not. There isn’t much for me to be thrilled about but one thing for me to look forward to is my upcoming wedding next year. Now, don’t get me wrong, the whole thing has already caused more tears and tantrums than it needed to.
Not many people read or were that interested in my last blog post and I don’t blame you – i probably wouldn’t have wanted to read a long political rant either. It’s just difficult not to get involved when social care is such a huge issue for me. Recently, though, has been the bomb attack in Manchester which is only one of a constant stream of terrorist events all f the world. How would a disabled person get through a similar event? How are we expected to behave in emergencies?
Everybody knows, I’m sure, that there is going to be a general election in a little over two weeks. Now I don’t know what possessed Theresa May to call a snap election so soon after getting her grubby mits on power but it is the only decent thing she’s done in decades.
I’ve never been a saint with food but now I find myself scrabbling for anything I can eat alone – usually junk like crisps and chocolate that’s easy to grab and open without having to prepare it.