Last night, about 9pm a local teenager came tapping on the door, I have had a fair bit of grief from this chap in the past. To cut along story short, I ended up fetching my cycle pump from my panniers, that were on my trike. I stumbled in the dark, saw my body heading towards the chain cog thingy, managed to twist and turn and it stuck in my thigh......ouch!! Fortunately I was wearing jeans this time, so I just have symetrical deep scratches. I'll be so glad when I get one with a guard, Im not safe.
This am, I was bollocksed, so instead of joining my mates on the tesco party bus. I settled down for a kip, on the settee. I gave myself permission :)
I had to visit the nurse, I cycled without my coat it was a lovely day. Grim news at the Drs! yet more antibiotics, the 5th lot in 4 weeks. And as she took the bandage off, I swear I could smell it. (how attractive!!!!)
I then arrived in town for my 'guinea pig role' and because I'm a challanging 'pig' :) I was placed with certain Social Workers. who weren't terribley inspirational. I think they hoped some of my attitude would rub off on them, but isn't it supposed to be the other way round.
I'm just very happy I had a very young inspirational Social Worker, 2 years ago. Who had the forsight to make me be the first to go on Individual Budgeting, or Self Directed Support, as it's more commonly known. As I left town, with snow and hail beating on the window , how different from earlier. I noticed a cyclist, been forced to drive in the gutter. But do you know, I didn't see him again for a few miles, because he had kept moving whilst we had queued for miles in the heavy traffic.
I tried to be inspirational, but the negativity I had been experiencing had obviously worn off on me. Because I just couldnt do it when talking to Rob 3.