<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371</id><updated>2012-02-12T06:22:36.220-08:00</updated><category term='HA'/><category term='Friday 4th of December.'/><title type='text'>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>737</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-8860773783909001950</id><published>2012-02-11T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T11:46:57.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lcc.org.uk/"&gt;http://lcc.org.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little put out because this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Campaign&lt;/span&gt;, only seems to feature &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bicycles&lt;/span&gt;, and no others. But it has to start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'where&lt;/span&gt;, so I signed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; it. I also wrote a letter, with lots of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grammatical&lt;/span&gt; errors. To Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clegg&lt;/span&gt;, urging the funding for Inclusive Cycling, to be increased. Because of it's effects long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; cycled, but I've taken Holly out twice. She can clear a vertical 5ft fence from a standing start!! I was advised to block her view, so she wasn't tempted to escape and chase again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have promised my son a cycling adventure on Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooooooh&lt;/span&gt; Barry? do you need me for the stall on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fargate&lt;/span&gt; this year? Isn't that soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago Steve M broke his shoulder in 3 places!! after falling off a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BMX&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eeeek&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed, it's only 8 on Saturday night, as well!!But I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; very happy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-8860773783909001950?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/8860773783909001950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/before-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8860773783909001950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8860773783909001950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget....'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-8828742806522810450</id><published>2012-02-09T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T12:16:09.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Icey :(</title><content type='html'>I did go to Hillsborough today, but only because it might have jeopardised future trips with Dial A Ride, if I'd messed them about. But once there Nick and Dave who'd been surveying conditions, declared it too icey. It was mightily cold, and I'm sure my body has used up so much energy, trying top keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team, well most of it, treated ourselves to lunch at cafe.com. Which was soo nice. We returned Russel, arrived and some folk from the Well being Cycling Group, only to be told, there was to be no Cycling this week. So we sat in exactly the same seats, wore the same clothes. And talked about similar things :Dxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh I've got 1st class return from Truro, on April the 26th, returning on the 29th. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel half as bad as I did last week, at this time, after freezing my t* off, using it Public Transport, (or not as the case was!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-8828742806522810450?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/8828742806522810450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-icey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8828742806522810450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8828742806522810450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/too-icey.html' title='Too Icey :('/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1358408661787878552</id><published>2012-02-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:42:44.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so sleepy, and it's all to do with a Co Production meeting I attended today, which was only 1hr long, but I felt like it was 7!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lorraine for lunch, who if you remember was an old friend (or friend I've known for a long time) And I bumped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brockwood&lt;/span&gt;, when I was helping out in the classroom. I used to work with her at the Psychiatric hosp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired I will fill you in tomorrow, when I've slept. I'm going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a launch date for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, but I better check b4 I blab to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you tomorrow. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1358408661787878552?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1358408661787878552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/exhausted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1358408661787878552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1358408661787878552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7661912669153128258</id><published>2012-02-06T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:42:44.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip sliding away....into the bins!!!</title><content type='html'>Cobblers!!!! I mean why don't they move with the times? I cycled with relative ease, to The Rise. Where I was gonna get a new Padlock for Ziggy, as she's suffering been double bike locked to the railings, she's getting repeatedly soaked, most nights. And I need a new lock so she can resume her place back in the shed, where she's padlocked to the floor, when I've got one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he wouldn't let me use my debit card, and my local friendly Post Office accepts every bank card .....except the Nat West. So I cycled down the dual carriageway, and the cycle lane was covered with brown (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; not yellow!!) (childish) forcing me to take the left hand lane of the Rd. I bought a few things, and totally forgot the purpose of going, so consequently arrived back at the Cobblers without cash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the Cycle path home, but ended up applying my brakes, careering side ways into 4 tall plastic bins (whoops!!!) After that my wheels were spinning, I wanted to cry, it was too steep and slippy, to get back to the rd, and a long slushy walk pushing Ziggy to get home. I walked, pushed and occasionally remembering Robs advice about slippery mud, I did ride a bit in Mountain Drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truro&lt;/span&gt; on the 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of April - 29&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going without Ziggy, and just borrowing a cycle down there. Thing is, I cycle really slowly, I hope the Ride, on Saturday Morning isn't a Sprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly's recall skills aren't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;improving&lt;/span&gt;, they are perfect in the house, but once she gets the wind flapping her ears, she's off....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7661912669153128258?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7661912669153128258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/slip-sliding-awayinto-bins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7661912669153128258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7661912669153128258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/slip-sliding-awayinto-bins.html' title='Slip sliding away....into the bins!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6992174016996234049</id><published>2012-02-05T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:03:59.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble is, it makes me hungry!!!</title><content type='html'>Working hard you can burn around 600 kcal an hour. Even going slower, 300 kcal is normal. Great, you can look at the scenery, work your Cardio Vascular system (C.V) and lose weight, without pounding your joints to death, all for the cost of a bike. (my friend Graeme Wilgress, posted this, and I stole it!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like winter wonderland on the Park this morning. Kids sledging, lots of giant snow boulders, which Finn had pushed together, and added a nob!!! (it was quite an inaccurate portrayal, only drawing attention, to his age and inexperience).....I believe it was anyway ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly proved that she has zero call back skill!! and just sprinted at top speed, excitedly around saying hello, to everyone!! Fortunately my daughter came out to rescue her/me after 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut, tut!! I've just had an angry text off her dad, saying she has put a huge Stretcher in her ear!!! The joys of being a parent!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6992174016996234049?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6992174016996234049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/trouble-is-it-makes-me-hungry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6992174016996234049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6992174016996234049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/trouble-is-it-makes-me-hungry.html' title='Trouble is, it makes me hungry!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-604276722326541688</id><published>2012-02-04T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:02:13.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do detest the white stuff (i mean snow!)</title><content type='html'>It makes me feel colder even if it's a tad warmer. Gone, were my good intentions of Cycling to the shops for a new padlock, she's shackled to my railing with a couple of Bike locks!! So is probably laden with snow, and rusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has fallen out with me because I won't let her dye her hair purple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and Dad have gone to the Steelers v Sting Rays playing Ice Hockey. I first took Finn, to see the Steelers, and has nagged to go since. Trust it to be really bad driving conditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-604276722326541688?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/604276722326541688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-do-detest-white-stuff-i-mean-snow.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/604276722326541688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/604276722326541688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-do-detest-white-stuff-i-mean-snow.html' title='I do detest the white stuff (i mean snow!)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1071715400973858770</id><published>2012-02-03T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:41:08.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit, but steady on, not too much</title><content type='html'>Better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thasnkfull&lt;/span&gt; that I do cycle and that 99.9 % of the time Ziggy, is fit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aND&lt;/span&gt; READY TO GO..GO...GO. oops!! I took Holly out in the cold frozen earth, or should that be on? She is lovely, I do love her so, she tries so much to please. Then I cycled to the dentist where my wee girl had an appointment. (i had to be present!!) I've gotta say it was very cold this morning, but I don't care how attractive/or not!!! they are but I have to wear thermal Long &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Janes&lt;/span&gt; and long sleeved thermal top!!! After the dentist, I rushed home to see Holly off to have her 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; vaccinations, and I'm so glad I didn't have to go because, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; :) her anal sacs:( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urrrrgh&lt;/span&gt; were packed and needed emptying. '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, shall I show you, so you can do it next time?' enquired Helen, who had taken her?. NO.... I think I'll pay, was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News for anyone having squabbles about access rights, is it not? A new bill that says, parents with Loving and good intentions, should be given equal access????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been to the Spit, for Fishy Friday, with my boy and mate.I met up with my mate Pete, and had a couple, it's a good job I've got 3 wheels you know? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1071715400973858770?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1071715400973858770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-bit-but-steady-on-not-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1071715400973858770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1071715400973858770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-bit-but-steady-on-not-too-much.html' title='a little bit, but steady on, not too much'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3821853021794410390</id><published>2012-02-02T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:49:07.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crap Day :(</title><content type='html'>I set off on the long journey, at 10 am, (because it was warm inside, and freezing out!!) I cycled to the co op, securing Ziggy with chains and 2 Padlocks!! to the shop awnings? - is it a word. Just missing a bus, I ran - maybe not!! to the central reservation, and gave puppy eyes at the bus driver, who shook his head and drove off!! -&lt;em&gt; nice&lt;/em&gt; I had to stumble about half a mile to get the Tram, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; Park. It was unbelievably slow. I must tell you about this Man who got on at my stop, Wow, total admiration, at how he copes!!! - a body, 1 arm, with 2 fingers, another hand coming out of his shoulder, on the other side. No legs, just feet at the base of his body that were wrapped in bandages. And he was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TEXTING&lt;/span&gt;!!! (i bet he knows how to use predictive text!!1 - I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;!) And for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dave's&lt;/span&gt; knowledge, 2 mobility scooters got on as well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 11 40, to a fan fare of Hello's :) And I tucked into my lunch, I had really got cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster followed, Dave and I went out for my 2 wheeled adventure, and it was 'Edward' a different bike. And it felt totally wrong, after loads of alterations and falls. I only managed about 10 laps of the ball court. _Poor Dave caught me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; occasions, he is very strong. And when he didn't I grazed elbows and knees!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to the woman, who brought her girl, for a try on the cycles. I'm really sorry I wasn't more attentive. I will be next time honest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 2 hours to get home, I did stop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'where&lt;/span&gt; for 20 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.....but I am so knackered, I've hated today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a spoilt BRAT I am, I've just re read about the chap who got on my Tram!!! and I have the ordasity to moan!! I'm sorry. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3821853021794410390?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3821853021794410390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/crap-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3821853021794410390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3821853021794410390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/crap-day.html' title='A Crap Day :('/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1301580909839373589</id><published>2012-02-01T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:07:10.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Record Of Involvement</title><content type='html'>I went to the first 'Feed Back' meeting today, to see for the first time, what the R o I looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I had been the volunteers, involved in it's creation, we teamed up with Hannah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boneham&lt;/span&gt;, who has been fantastic to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dropped some clangers though, which fortunately were picked up at the meeting today. Like writing in the 3rd person, when it is an 'Owned' document. And some of my language, is too complex at times. But on the whole it was positively received, and I am glad I was part of it's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt; Ed, whose a top Manager within Adult Social Care, said 'look at this everyone' and showed everyone Me on 2 wheels last week :) Hey it was nice because everyone was super impressed. I feel I'm experiencing a bit of a growth spurt!! not body mass, hopefully!! but personal happiness, what with Holly dog, nose piercing, and best of all riding a 2 wheeler!!! It is what I need though, after the end of 2011 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dial a ride phoned today, to cancel tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;:( Which is horrible. I can manage a one off, now I'm not taking my trike. As Dave said we'd have a concentrated lesson on the 2 wheels. But do I a) Cycle to the bus stop, and then catch the bus, and then tram. b) Cycle to Dore train station, and then catch the train and 2 trams, to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; Park? and have to do it all back 4 hrs later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Began the day as usual, taking my sweet bitch out. :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, she is such a delight though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1301580909839373589?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1301580909839373589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/record-of-involvement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1301580909839373589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1301580909839373589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/02/record-of-involvement.html' title='Record Of Involvement'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1303514122060268614</id><published>2012-01-31T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:28:29.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedal Ready Pam :)</title><content type='html'>I first met Pam, in late 2009, so she has seen my cycling skills from early on. And she is such a sound person, who I love very much. She will always go out of her way to meet me, and I just feel that she's all about the positives in cycling. She works for Pedal Ready, mostly. But supports many of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CTCs&lt;/span&gt; projects. Like she leads a Well being group, the same as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, but at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Endcliffe&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging back booking for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Truro&lt;/span&gt; in Cornwall, because I believe there maybe a straight through one available maybe in March?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My porch is looking good!! (i cant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;explain&lt;/span&gt; it)but honestly!! and the loft???? I believe it is :) (but I can't climb the ladder) So he may just go up there and bang a few pipes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1303514122060268614?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1303514122060268614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/pedal-ready-pam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1303514122060268614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1303514122060268614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/pedal-ready-pam.html' title='Pedal Ready Pam :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5025225334946591476</id><published>2012-01-30T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:10:25.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle Chic</title><content type='html'>I met /miar today at Millhouses, and I have to say she wore an attractive very Chic outfit. I just wish I had the nerve s'times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled back in the perfect cycling weather, and experienced no dramas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to plan a journey to the Newquay Disability Cycling Conference, shall I spend about 7 hrs on 2 trains? or fly there? Either way I must fund it myself. :( But BIRT, will be there, and you can't get bigger in the Brain Injury field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go to bed now, and read Mr Stink, it's very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5025225334946591476?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5025225334946591476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/cycle-chic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5025225334946591476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5025225334946591476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/cycle-chic.html' title='Cycle Chic'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2438998531290885043</id><published>2012-01-28T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T13:00:17.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piercings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBcnN7Vq3_8/TyRci_qfOtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uT6kwE27sD8/s1600/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702784784432839378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBcnN7Vq3_8/TyRci_qfOtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uT6kwE27sD8/s400/nose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since aged 15 I have wanted my nose pierced, but I have never dared, because of my dear old Mum, and the disappointment, she would have felt. And it is so accepted now. I mean I remember when I had my ears pierced about 40 years ago, that wasn't accepted. Anyway on Monday, my 13 year old daughter, asked if I would ever let her have her nose done? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, only if your Dad says yes, (that's always a cop out) but to be honest, I really am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it. Shall I have my eyebrow done? I suggested? Now this was greeted with enthusiastic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whoop's&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dainty tiny nose studs, are what sold it for me. And the idea of having a metal BAR pushed into my forehead, and out in my eye lid area, filled me with fear. So here it is :) Sorry Mum :)&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed snuggling down my duvet, this morning, and made Daisy take the dog out on the park (if she wanted her nose piercing :) ) But I felt lazy as I struggled to pedal to the bus stop, I wish I could make myself eat less and do more exercise!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!! it's really turned cold though, I nipped Holly out, when I returned. (i cant wait till I've got a special Ziggy garage!!) - random!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm meeting Dave Bocking at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; on Thursday. He's running a Story on my Cycling Journey! I'm excited because I love Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2438998531290885043?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2438998531290885043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/piercings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2438998531290885043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2438998531290885043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/piercings.html' title='Piercings'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBcnN7Vq3_8/TyRci_qfOtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uT6kwE27sD8/s72-c/nose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2031962966291854322</id><published>2012-01-27T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:26:40.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional.</title><content type='html'>Holly, and Ziggy?&lt;br /&gt;They don't care if I've gained a pound this week,&lt;br /&gt;If I've washed my hair,&lt;br /&gt;Or if I'm funny (Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;If I'm dressed in Clothes from Next or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Primark&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Or if I talk about ME and my interests all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;They aren't bored&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fiscal&lt;/span&gt;, i know, but for whatever reasons, I believe Holly is gloriously happy :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A media company's been in touch with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BIRRP&lt;/span&gt; to ask if I'd be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interviewed&lt;/span&gt; about the Olympic torch? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sustains&lt;/span&gt; have also asked for an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;. And Wendy Creeds been in touch to say Southern Brain Injury Services are very keen to meet me, on the 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit scared. :)&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2031962966291854322?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2031962966291854322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/unconditional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2031962966291854322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2031962966291854322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional.'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1696504620230787071</id><published>2012-01-26T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:32:56.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak to Me :)</title><content type='html'>Awwww, you have missed me? well of course you haven't because I've kept turning up like a bad Penny!! But I have missed you, and hopefully I'll be able to read and reply to comments now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to attend a very High Profile meeting today, with the 'Movers and Shakers' of the council. And I think the penny finally dropped (I'm not at all money obsessed, no really I'm not!! But I keep mentioning the smelly bronze things) Why doesn't someone invent a 99pence coin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the more investment (time effort, not necessarily money), opportunities, and choices, the better s'ones well-being and health. Rather than being austere and folk becoming Depressed, like the Economy. Is that just too obvious, have I just stated the really obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They like me at the Council apparently, because I 'Push the Barriers' I think that's a compliment? But really I had to give Kev Hickman, the credit, for pushing the Dial A Ride thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home, to find the lovely builders, I still can't see what's been done in the loft. I have to trust the pics that are shown, on Dave's moby. He probably took them at The Ideal Home Exhibition,? And fell asleep, on the Floor with Holly, only to be woken by 2 builders, 2 children, an ex husband, and a Strange man, who turned out to be the Fantastic Rob, and not at all strange. But a Computer Geek, come to fix my Blog. And he only lives up the Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry guys, I've not cycled all week!!! That's so alarming. I missed Hillsborough today :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1696504620230787071?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1696504620230787071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/speak-to-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1696504620230787071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1696504620230787071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/speak-to-me.html' title='Speak to Me :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-36009653667548154</id><published>2012-01-26T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:08:45.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-36009653667548154?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/36009653667548154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/fghfghdfg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/36009653667548154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/36009653667548154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/fghfghdfg.html' title=''/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2695844388238483150</id><published>2012-01-25T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:19:33.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back Tomorrow....:)</title><content type='html'>Awww no Hillsborough :( I'm going to 'Spread The Word' I sound like a Gospel Preacher :) I accepted the invitation a while ago, when I expected Hillsborough to be closed, and now if I don't attend. I have to pay £30!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended BIRRP today, and interviewed a woman, who used to be a English teacher,and a cyclist.She is very interested in Headlines,the creative writing group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will be fully functional by tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2695844388238483150?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2695844388238483150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-be-back-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2695844388238483150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2695844388238483150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-be-back-tomorrow.html' title='I&apos;ll be back Tomorrow....:)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2588483035957822862</id><published>2012-01-24T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T13:45:09.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dave</title><content type='html'>For the tip, I will give it the computer guy on Thursday.&lt;a href="http://code.google.com/p/gitso/"&gt;http://code.google.com/p/gitso/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile at the ranch, lots of trips to the Park with Holly. But her recall is crap, so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;daren't&lt;/span&gt; let her off the lead. But when I have she is capable of some right speeds. (I only have when there's a friendly builder comes with me, to fetch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught my Party bus this morning with the lovely Pat, who's back off sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm canny and creative at claiming the benefits, of things. Whether that be money or services. But I am trying desperately to have my fuse box, relocated to where I can reach the trip switch. It will cost about £1000 I think!! Anyway this Social Workers coming tomorrow to help me apply to a charity to help me pay. I don't know why the council won't to be honest!! I mean if I was able bodied it really wouldn't be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;, but it's so difficult for me to lie on the floor of the kitchen, in order to reach the fuses.I spoke to Nigel West today, I am fond of Nigel, he made me feel all warm and snug. (not hot flushes again!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow my loft looks amazing!!! I know it's only the basics but I can build on it now, it's not finished but tomorrow the brickies coming to build my porch/trike shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and thanks to Sue, for agreeing to lend me her bicycle to practice on. I hope you knew :&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the Brain Injury Rehab Centre tomorrow, to interview a fellow Survivor. After I've had an inquisition by the Social Worker about my fuse box (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt; did that sound suggestive?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2588483035957822862?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2588483035957822862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks-dave_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2588483035957822862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2588483035957822862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks-dave_24.html' title='Thanks Dave'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-130689131855144103</id><published>2012-01-23T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:22:20.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here, but none communicable!!!</title><content type='html'>I can write, you can read, and you can probably write back? But I can't see it to read!! So you could write anything, like '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carolin es&lt;/span&gt; a rite fat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gobby&lt;/span&gt; cow' and I'd be none the wiser. This Guy was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; to me by Access to Social Care, but he can't come till Thursday. I know, I could look else where but I'll just try and be patient with these Guys, because they're just setting up in business, and I am having a fair input into it, by being the helpful soul that I am. I actually paid cash!! (i think I should get freebies!!) to them for going through my online Torch form because I had completed it before(how many times maybe 12?)But never got a response.So Dan, watched me send it again, and sent a covering letter, the latter got there today. So they phoned and weren't sure (they never are!!!)but to go ahead with Remap, and get a holder made, for Ziggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chain piping? keeps disconnecting and getting tangled and broken on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sprocket&lt;/span&gt;. So I've been walking a bit, or limping a bit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Dave the builder was here this afternoon, to take me to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt;. Look away men, if you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; easily. You know those hot flushes? early menopause, apparently, well I told him actually. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HRT&lt;/span&gt;??? I've got patches, and it won't make any difference to my brittle bones? I might get them regardless, that's a cheery thought!! But it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt; me whether I use them????? One school of thought is that it prevents Heart Problems and Cancer, and Brittle bones, More recently it's been thought, that it actually causes them. And by the by, did you know, that you can no longer have a pregnancy test, on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NHS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-130689131855144103?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/130689131855144103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-here-but-none-communicable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/130689131855144103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/130689131855144103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-here-but-none-communicable.html' title='I&apos;m here, but none communicable!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3160471473142976622</id><published>2012-01-19T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:48:12.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do it, it wasn't a dream :)</title><content type='html'>D.A.R turned up at the early time of 9!! So off I set, prepared to spend 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; in the rain, but I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't mind doing a sort of figure 8 around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; Park. I'd wait patiently for my shot on a 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wheeler&lt;/span&gt; :) I was excited, or was it nerves? I had a feeling, the boss man Mr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marsden&lt;/span&gt;, might show? to see this miracle, with his own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk were slow to arrive. Ann arrived who I had suggested that she join us all, because she missed the old &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;. And Christine, who was the lady who had also cycled for the first time, last week. I waited in the court for Dave, with trepidation, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;, and Steve M, showed complete with Video Camera &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFLEG0qB_fs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFLEG0qB_fs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straddling&lt;/span&gt; the bike (hey it's good writing Bike, instead of trike!!) and I just went for it, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt;, it was just shit or bust time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did another lap, showing off in front of Ann, who I'd started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt; with 2 years ago. I braked and said 'Hi look at me!!' and fell. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly dog, was so good, the builders took her on the Park at lunchtime, without the lead! and she clung to their leg(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt; that sounds so rude, but not like that:) Apart from circling them at break neck speeds, every so often. So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt; I might have to buy a BICYCLE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3160471473142976622?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3160471473142976622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-do-it-it-wasnt-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3160471473142976622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3160471473142976622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-do-it-it-wasnt-dream.html' title='I can do it, it wasn&apos;t a dream :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-8315590920533918943</id><published>2012-01-18T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:15:38.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Man, :)</title><content type='html'>Chris Dalton, arrived early this morning to find me being ever so girly with the 2 builders, and Pete. I'd kind of rehearsed what I was Gonna say, with the Guys, before he arrived, unexpectedly early. And I was all fired up with my rights, and how unfare things were etc...And he introduced himself, and said 'Right I've come to see what we will need to do to get you to Hillsborough :) I showed him Ziggy, and he said 'Well my boss, is a mad keen Cyclist, and he wants to make this happen.' So everything was looking good. He asked why I hadn't used them before? I said I was told by 'You' I couldn't because there was no volunteer driver, in my area, with an Estate Car. He said Perfect!!! we now operate, 'People carriers' with ramps and sliding doors, that would be ideal!! But it will cost about £8 return And I can use this new Dial a Ride +, as many times a week, as I need. . As long aS i BOOK 7 DAYS IN ADVANCE.M oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Cycled to the Deli to meet my kids after school, both had a friend in tow. I moved onto see Jacks Mum, lives next door to my mate Rony Robinson, from Radio Sheffield. Who has the nick name MILF by teenagers, if anyone knows what that means, ssshhhh it's very rude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-8315590920533918943?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/8315590920533918943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/top-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8315590920533918943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8315590920533918943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/top-man.html' title='Top Man, :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6005760468171237991</id><published>2012-01-17T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:41:38.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrr!!!!</title><content type='html'>I awoke at 3am sharp, silence, the house was sleeping. Holly was sleeping. But I was very aware of the fact that having disappeared to bed at 8.30 with a poorly Son, to read 'Mr Stink' by David &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walliams&lt;/span&gt;, which just suits my reading ability. So I left Daisy to put Holly dog to bed, in her crate. So when I woke, I got up, because I didn't like to think of the dog bursting, but being confined to her crate (I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the purpose!!!) So I ended up standing in my 'grassy green garden' :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for the dog to have a Wee-wee. But she thought it far too cold and scuttled back to her Crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when, I got up proper at 6.30, I was no stranger to the cold crisp white grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Dave couldn't dig the ground to lay the foundations, because it was 'as hard as Iron' (isn't that a Hymn?' So......he had a peep in my loft, and did a builders tut cupping his chin as he shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bugger, how could I forget, this is a real one for Dave? are you there? Remember the jobsworth last week in the dial a ride bus? Well, Health and F* safety phoned today, asking if they could come and see my trike. And the way I see it, if I can't take Ziggy, well then they have to find a way that I can. In this 'Inclusive Society'. As Dave will tell you it is a Class A invalid Carriage, because I power it. Not a motor, or a battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to Steve about it, who reckons I've got the law? on my side, type of thing and they should &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting emails from the Olympic Games, reminding me to do it. It's incredibly worrying because I believe I've done it all. But I've tried phoning the number provided. and they have no record of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any ones&lt;/span&gt;! It makes me want to cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow!!xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6005760468171237991?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6005760468171237991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/brrrrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6005760468171237991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6005760468171237991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/brrrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrrr!!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2058551687524785494</id><published>2012-01-16T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:52:36.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First night nerves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOiIee5u_SY/TxR8LnRuCkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xLb3g3xVqEE/s1600/holly%2Bsleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOiIee5u_SY/TxR8LnRuCkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xLb3g3xVqEE/s400/holly%2Bsleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698315967494228546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son and I were cosy in bed by 9 leaving Daisy to do the necessaries, that was to become our routine for the next 10 years +.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3.00 AM there was almighty crash from the dining room, it must have been extraordinarily loud, to wake me. I was soo tempted to roll over and cope in the morning. But I had visions, of our new dog frazzled on the end of a plug wire, or s'thing. So I crept downstairs and noticed that my very 'Helpful, I'll get up no problems if Holly needs me' Children, snored. I opened the lounge door, and this poor timid Holly, came crab walking towards me because she was too excited, and scared about my reaction would be at the destruction, she had left in her wake. In actual fact I was sooo relieved that she was ok, I bent down and cuddled her. Partly, because I knew she'd be spending the rest of the night, in a Crate. The noise had been a box of books falling off the DINING table!!! and the mess was the kitchen bin, with the week ends Take Away boxes strewn all over the downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set about putting the Crate up, at 3am and blury eyed, I did surprisingly well!!! (for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seized the opportunity, of Wee time in the Garden, HER not Me.And Bob's your Auntie, I mean Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drrrrrring at 6.30 Finn ventured out whilst I made every ones breakfast, Muuuuuum it's not the same without you, so for the second time today I found myself walking in the crisp frost leaving a trail, in my path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, we are not letting her off the lead. in case she spots a cat, her recall, isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a nice (Hot Flush!!!) response eventually from Mr Marsden, I think he's busy, because I got a back log of replies, bless him. I'm hoping we're going to all have a meeting at Hillsborough to form a 'drop in Club' maybe we will start charging a hire fee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from 630 I have been an utter failure, at cultivating that Wellbeing feeling. I know what to do it's just doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2058551687524785494?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2058551687524785494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-night-nerves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2058551687524785494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2058551687524785494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-night-nerves.html' title='First night nerves!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BOiIee5u_SY/TxR8LnRuCkI/AAAAAAAAAP8/xLb3g3xVqEE/s72-c/holly%2Bsleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4636679133146248994</id><published>2012-01-15T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:52:46.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh Holly</title><content type='html'>Oooh Holly arrived at 9, with her Foster Parents :). And made a b-line for the arm chair, because that was what she had been used too, Uh oh, I said I was willing to try it, if she just went up to sit on s'ones knee? Later on though she got a bit possessive about it, when an exuberant Finn came thundering in from Football, charged upto sleeping Holly, who growled. EEEk not good, so we all decided to demote her to the dog mat on the floor. She has been perfect since, in every other way, except when suddenly awoken, (she's a bit like me really) she growls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken her on the Park, on her lead rein lead, which was perfect. And I took my Aniseed balls, as directed by Russel (one of my Friends from Hillsborough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy from Erin Hounds brought a Crate round for tonight, in case she didn't settle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true what is said about Sight Hounds they do impose an air of Peace around a house. She is so non chaotic, and hasn't barked once. She has got to go to the vets this week, but she's registered to one at the other side, of the city. So Erin Hounds are sorting that. Awwww the poor flower, when they found her, in someones garden (who by chance had adopted an Erin Hound, that day) She was heavily pregnant with 9 dead pups. I don't like to think of her been RAPED and abandoned in her hour of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm early to bed, but I may be up a few times tonight.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4636679133146248994?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4636679133146248994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ahhhh-holly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4636679133146248994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4636679133146248994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ahhhh-holly.html' title='Ahhhh Holly'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-8498399648536791651</id><published>2012-01-14T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T11:47:08.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1j4ZtbtQbg/TxHQvTk1nnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AzHkOsjKuNU/s1600/holly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1j4ZtbtQbg/TxHQvTk1nnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AzHkOsjKuNU/s400/holly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697564514727599730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spoken to the folk today from Erin Hounds, Holly dog (coincidentally what my late Mums dog was called)is a bit poorly, she has got some sort of Kidney infection, because she's got blood in her wee wee. They've promised to foot any vets bills concerning this problem. But she's having problems at night. I was asked if I wanted to wait a couple of weeks, but yeah as if my kids would do that. And she was already in Manchester, collecting her when we spoke. Sooo tomorrow She's joining our family. Apparently Whippets, ate Never Aggressive to man or beast, (except small furry animals that run quickly!!) and Holly was not an ex racer. So hopefully will not have too much of that instinct. Mind you the 4 cats next door will get a 'Wake Up Call' when they pooh in my garden again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled to the Pet shop, which was closed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey check my FaceBook page out, my friend Wendy Creed, (hot flush) Does anyone else have hot flushes? I suppose not, as a lot of you are men. I'm really suffering with them at the moment, at least I presume that's what they are? I must go to the GPs but I'm not sure I really want anything he prescribes. I have a vague memory, of my Mum having treatment for Brittle bones, which is hereditary I think? All these questions!! Anyway my mate Wendy is very proud of my 2 wheeled antics, and is really making me very welcome at this years All Ability, Cycle Conference in New quay, on April the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm, what else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I successfully completed the online Torch Carrier Form, but I honestly don't know. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-8498399648536791651?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/8498399648536791651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/holly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8498399648536791651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8498399648536791651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/holly.html' title='Holly'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1j4ZtbtQbg/TxHQvTk1nnI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AzHkOsjKuNU/s72-c/holly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7871681421770722726</id><published>2012-01-13T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:39:54.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Folk, unfortunately my PC 'freezes' when I try and access,  the comments left last night. Which maybe not a bad thing. And my Lady Lawn was fine thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Dave the builder round, fixing the porch. It's now been desighned  so that Ziggy will fit underneath!! How neats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't Speak to Steve M :( I still love him but I feel a bit neglected, I wanted him to jump for joy, at my latest achievement :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete's just been round for a tipple, he's now gone home. My children are both staying at friends. And this is when I feel (hot flush)I'm back!! Most alone, that despite all the bigging up, when everyone goes home to their partners, I go home alone :( Gosh I sound like a right miserable B*. I know several MEN who wish they were alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting Holly on Sunday OOOOOh I Can't wait, Erin Hounds phoned today to say, they would not leave her unless my garden was whippet proof! Eeeek I think it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nominated Hannah Bonnham from Adult Social Care, Matt Colbeck from Sheffield Uni, and Miriam Densham. For Northern Lights award today, It's basically the '~Movers and Shakers' prediction for this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7871681421770722726?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7871681421770722726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-folk-unfortunately-my-pc-freezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7871681421770722726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7871681421770722726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi-folk-unfortunately-my-pc-freezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5380252612026337534</id><published>2012-01-13T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T02:24:33.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only taken me 30months! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_phWTDdIV5s/Tw_rWDN6DvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wrvrpARReAQ/s1600/me%2Band%2B2%2Bwheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_phWTDdIV5s/Tw_rWDN6DvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wrvrpARReAQ/s400/me%2Band%2B2%2Bwheels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697030817700253426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did it, not been too long has it? I actually Cycled along the length of the Ball court at Hillsborough Park, unaided, and on 2 wheels - Unicycle next. And my Lady Garden?- ok. But how do these Women, go all day? Or Men actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened totally by chance, (I keep getting Hot Flushes!!) I know it's nowt to do with it, but they are unbareable!! and I've just had to stop, and take off 2 layers of clothes in a nanoo second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey Home!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- was an amusing ride too, with Dial a Ride. It was a different man from the morning, so he had not met myself, or Ziggy. And before he lifted the trike, HE SPENT ALONG TIME TAKING pics, FROM EVERY ANGLE. aND LYING ON THE FLOOR TO TAKE a more articulate shot, of ZiggysSprocket and Pedals. Are you a Cyclist? I asked all enthused because he was taking such an interest. 'I am not!' was his short sharp reply.Once aboard, he started asking Questions, about My disability! Hey and you know me I ain't Shy. But I began to see where this was leading. And said, I can only walk a few yards, but I can cycle miles on my Trike. The fact that I power it with my legs instead of my arms if it were a Wheelchair? Is irrelevant, it is still my Class A Invalid Carriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't noticed that we had taken a detour, until we stopped in this Car Park. 'Where are we' I asked?&lt;br /&gt;I've brought this thing to show my Bosses, because I am quite sure they are not aware, that you are using transport for this purpose.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat back and waited with trepidation, as these 2 Women came out of the building, and were Marching towards the bus. The driver, who by now was waiting behind the bus. Flung open the double rear doors. 'Just look!!!' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WOW!!! How fantastic is that', said one woman, to the other.&lt;br /&gt;'It's Incredible, and so cool.' Said the other. &lt;br /&gt;'We don't see the problem Tony? is there one, are we missing s'thing.'&lt;br /&gt;And with that he quietly returned to his drivers seat. It was ACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued home, in Silence, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5380252612026337534?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5380252612026337534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-only-taken-me-30months-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5380252612026337534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5380252612026337534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-only-taken-me-30months-d.html' title='It&apos;s only taken me 30months! :D'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_phWTDdIV5s/Tw_rWDN6DvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wrvrpARReAQ/s72-c/me%2Band%2B2%2Bwheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7372507415977902870</id><published>2012-01-12T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T12:29:10.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll catch you tomorrow wi tales of 2 wheeled bonaza!! and Jobsworths!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very happy me, (apart from sore Lady Garden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7372507415977902870?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7372507415977902870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-catch-you-tomorrow-wi-tales-of-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7372507415977902870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7372507415977902870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-catch-you-tomorrow-wi-tales-of-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5528616827782670047</id><published>2012-01-11T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:15:34.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy...but you knew that because it's Hillsborough</title><content type='html'>I've checked and double checked, my 'Bus' eeeeek, is coming to take me away, as I lick the windows (sorry) and try and escape!! I won't mention that again, it's just how it makes me feel. But it also made me very happy because it is affordable. And I will continue using it.....probably for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah remember Remap? the Engineers who make things for folk with disabilities? They are coming to see Ziggy and I on Weds. I'm hoping the Torch folk will have given me the affirmative about adapting Ziggy. If not I've had some really helpful suggestions, one was from Chris Rust saying that I could borrow his 'Pino'which is a Tandam, but the front cycle is a Recumbent:) Or Nick has suggested that I use the side by side with Steve M. I suggested this to Steve, and was disappointed in his response :) I suppose I cant expect him to go Wow, Super, Fantastic. All the time. But I'll just have to let you know, (as if I wouldn't mention it again?)Mmmmm what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received information today about an Award for a Manager/Project/idea from s'one up North, who was gonna be influential in 2012. It's not really for volunteers I don't think? So I nominated Steve, but I could nominate so many folk, And I asked them if there was a limit to how many I put forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no porch!!! random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dave, I'll bare it in mind. Would it work on a short term loan? You know, if I needed one if Ziggy was being repaired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled to school this afternoon, for an afternoon listening to some Fab African Drums wi my little boys class been taught by the Guy who runs ab African Restaurant in Sheffield, called UK Mamas. If your from Sheffield you'll know it. And after Totley Primary failing it's OFSTED visit, 3 years ago ~It's now officially the Top in Sheffield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the New model Mrs Waugh was sitting near, and I thought what would happen if there was a phoine call for Mrs Waugh? :D I know I think of some bizarre things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other Mums sat all composed, whilst I sweated like a pig!! It's a steep hill and a very steep school drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5528616827782670047?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5528616827782670047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-happybut-you-knew-that-because-its.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5528616827782670047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5528616827782670047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-happybut-you-knew-that-because-its.html' title='I&apos;m happy...but you knew that because it&apos;s Hillsborough'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6692191455887873126</id><published>2012-01-10T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:54:36.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dave</title><content type='html'>Thank you Dave for info on the hire scheme. It works in a similar way to Motability. It's a shame it can't be offered as an alternative. I did suggest it to them :) They said 'Fine, Super, Smashing and lots of other affirmatives. But then said urrrrrm 'No Thanks'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6692191455887873126?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6692191455887873126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks-dave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6692191455887873126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6692191455887873126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks-dave.html' title='Thanks Dave'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3180377953045680294</id><published>2012-01-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:40:48.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So exciting!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ooooooh I don't know what to talk about first!!! But I'm not stuck for words :D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Erin Hounds have a whippet for us. She's been in Foster Care since the end of November. They just wanted to check her out, before telling us. She's thought to be 3 or 4, and likes playing ball, and curling up on your knee. She's a bit older than I'd have liked, but apparently whippets are giddy kippers anyway :)which is nice. We are so excited. And she's got a grey muzzle which makes her look older/her age. But We don't care as long as long as she doesn't bite anything, We'll work with anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting thing no2: I posted my photos, and Birth Certificates off to the Olympic Torch Folk today :) Recorded delivery, because there is no way I'm gonna miss it now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm, Dave the builder called to Suss out the porch. It'll take about a month. And that's before he does out to the Metal Box - bike storage, or the loft. It'll gi me chance to save funds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to call at the bank today, which is beyond the Park, but not as far as big Tesco. I met the lovely Miriam, for lunch. Whilst sorting a Bank Credit, hey they are good, and so easy. My friend txt to say, he'd be at mine in 30mins. And could only stop 30m, I said Oh no prob, and sweat ed my b* off (if I had them) getting back!! But I did it, in the nick of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3180377953045680294?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3180377953045680294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-exciting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3180377953045680294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3180377953045680294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-exciting.html' title='So exciting!!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-284617467387283670</id><published>2012-01-08T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:12:41.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>I was hit by 'Brain Pickings' which publicizes unpublished Authors. I smiled at this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A List of Don's for Women on Bicycles Circa 1895&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t ask, 'What do you think of my bloomers?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've already seen how the bicycle emancipated women, but it wasn't exactly a smooth ride. The following list of 41 don'ts for female cyclists was published in 1895 in the newspaper New York World by an author of unknown gender. Equal parts amusing and appalling, the list is the best (or worst, depending on you look at it) thing since the Victorian map of woman's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be a fright.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t faint on the road.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear a man’s cap.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear tight garters.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget your tool bag&lt;br /&gt;Don’t attempt a “century.”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t coast. It is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t boast of your long rides.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t criticize people’s “legs.”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear loud hued leggings.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cultivate a “bicycle face.”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t refuse assistance up a hill.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear clothes that don’t fit.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t neglect a “light’s out” cry.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear jewelry while on a tour.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t race. Leave that to the scorchers.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear laced boots. They are tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t imagine everybody is looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go to church in your bicycle costume.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear a garden party hat with bloomers.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t contest the right of way with cable cars.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t chew gum. Exercise your jaws in private.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wear white kid gloves. Silk is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask, “What do you think of my bloomers?”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t use bicycle slang. Leave that to the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go out after dark without a male escort.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t without a needle, thread and thimble.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to have every article of your attire “match.”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let your golden hair be hanging down your back.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t allow dear little Fido to accompany you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t scratch a match on the seat of your bloomers.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t discuss bloomers with every man you know.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t appear in public until you have learned to ride well.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t overdo things. Let cycling be a recreation, not a labor.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ignore the laws of the road because you are a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t try to ride in your brother’s clothes “to see how it feels.”&lt;br /&gt;Don’t scream if you meet a cow. If she sees you first, she will run.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t cultivate everything that is up to date because yon ride a wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t emulate your brother’s attitude if he rides parallel with the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t undertake a long ride if you are not confident of performing it easily.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t appear to be up on “records” and “record smashing.” That is sporty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more on the history of women and bikes, see the excellent Wheels of Change, among both the best photography books and the best history books of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early entry (oooh errr Mrs) I'm not Frankie Howard, so NO!!! I asked Richard - the Cleaner, who I couldn't live without, to just gi my tyres a bit of air. Because I do find it a bit tricky, I'm just not quick enough at shutting the valve, s'times and all the air that I've pumped seeps out!! I am just crap really :) Anyway Saggy A* totally cured! and it just makes sense that I sit higher with newly inflated tyres. I sped down the carriageway this Morning with renewed enthusiasm, and vigour. And it was so easy coming back (Comparatively So)Im still excited about The Torch Business, I'm sending it Recorded Delivery tomorrow, I'm also going to Millhouses Park, to meet Miriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me why 'Artifice' Folding Trice, with 20' wheels is only £1495 isn't that cheap? I've checked, and it seems ok. It also looks like there quite common, so I can afford not to panic buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-284617467387283670?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/284617467387283670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/smile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/284617467387283670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/284617467387283670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3158628916399441469</id><published>2012-01-07T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:52:09.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Torch gets nearer!!</title><content type='html'>I'm excited now!!!! I think in my giddyness, I deleted the email, with the contact phone number on it. Because this morning, I received another reminding me of the closing date for accepting, is the 26th of Jan. And if I had questions there was the crucial number, (an answer to all my questions?) Having been inundated with Postmen, and Birth Certificates as well, this am. (ok only 2!) but it proved I hadn't totally lost it, and I did order them. I started to get giddy, for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang with many questions, of course the first one..Can I Cycle?...Can I fix the Torch in between the front wheels, on my Tadpole recumbent? She is going to find out for me? But asked is there anyone, I would like to Carry The Torch, for me, if I couldn't? Of course I said Steve, but I haven't a clue whether he'd want to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete called telling me about this Soldier, who'd lost his legs and had also been picked. We were both sayinmg Wow!!this is immense but, I am feeling humble. I have heard of 3 folk, who wern't chosen, and the only 'edge' I have on them, maybe? Is that I like talking. So thank you blogger 'Wait For Pete' for suggesting it. Even though I had to ask Nigel to nominate me!!! I did it for the right reasons!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made any New Years Resolutions - well not repeatable ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few, I've just made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a dog from Erin hounds, that's been tried and tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry the Olympic Torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Hillsborough better, and more accessable.(2 days for a start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not lose friends, just make my Network of different folk grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle a 2 Wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay financially sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a spare Cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on Holiday with kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Porch/bike shed/loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? I'm not sure about this one, so I'm scared to put it......find work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Happy!!! because I'm feeling happy nopw, because if I'm honest it was getting me down not knowing who to speak to about the Torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Miriam, xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3158628916399441469?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3158628916399441469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/olympic-torch-gets-nearer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3158628916399441469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3158628916399441469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/olympic-torch-gets-nearer.html' title='Olympic Torch gets nearer!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4094328948969093420</id><published>2012-01-06T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:27:51.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fab day! :)</title><content type='html'>I attended a Adult Social Care meeting this AM. It went really well, I was very vocal.....not all * either I was being quite enginuitive, in my comments.I vo0lunteered the New Hillsborough, as being very good in Co production, and offered Steve and Nick and folk to verify, their side of the production? I also thought, a good name for us aT hIllsbro, would be 'Wheely, Wheely Well.'group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too drunk I'm going to bed!!! Nite, Nite. xxxxxx love Ya. x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4094328948969093420?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4094328948969093420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/fab-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4094328948969093420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4094328948969093420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/fab-day.html' title='Fab day! :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-9059491813087557880</id><published>2012-01-05T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:23:41.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSRIEOXHGuU/TwXSublecgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yeGBGNPxSp0/s1600/2nd%2Bdial%2Ba%2Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSRIEOXHGuU/TwXSublecgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yeGBGNPxSp0/s400/2nd%2Bdial%2Ba%2Bride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694188999000617474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as easy for me, as it might have been for other people, who might use Sheffield Community Transport, or Dial a Ride as it is known. I am a bit conscious, of being categorised and put in a box, where I don't feel I belong. But I shouldn't be, Dial A Ride is for the use of younger physically disabled folk too. So Thank you Kev Hickman, for sussing that one out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was extremely windy, and rainy, and Haily (is that a word?) And I only cycled once round the Park, and to the shops. But I feel ace!!! It was great, getting my hands dirty again when my chain came off!! Dave fitting me a bell, all of it, I do love the folk there, and for just £6 a week, long may it continue!! But the driver did say, 'Oh we're lucky this week, I normally pick Betty, the blind lady up, and take her to town. And I need to collect her, and she's ne' ready, I have to put her coat on, and sometimes she can't find her teeth. And she can't go without her teeth!! Soo I can imagine, things don't always run smoothly. But if I can cope with being judged, as a person with Learning Difficulties, who needs to be escorted places. Then I'm sure I'll cope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean while Altogether Better, have said they can't fund a trip to Cornwall, on the 26th of April. There is an all Ability, Cycling Conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice being back, we all HAD SO MUCH TO SAY :) Dave suggested that we have an all ability Cycling Group, at Hillsbro. I think pretty much as a Thursday is now, but kind of making it more official. and getting some publicity around an open day in March, at the Kick off of the new Cycling 4 All. So we would combine with the mental health groups and experienced and not so riders, and well anyone. It's all exciting and Dave and Nick talked about doing 2 days a week!! (maybe a Monday/Tuesday as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tex ted Steve, who wants to meet with everyone. But it's just easier, if he visits on a Thursday. :) xzxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-9059491813087557880?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/9059491813087557880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/9059491813087557880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/9059491813087557880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSRIEOXHGuU/TwXSublecgI/AAAAAAAAAPY/yeGBGNPxSp0/s72-c/2nd%2Bdial%2Ba%2Bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1893233592497100727</id><published>2012-01-04T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:06:26.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'In Control' ?</title><content type='html'>I mustn't grumble....ok, just a little!! SCT Sheffield Community Transport phoned to say, they could take me and Ziggy to Hillsborough tomorrow, if I shared with an old lady, who wanted to go to town 30minutes later? So I'm going to Hillsborough at 10.15am. (Ahhhh I'm really happy about going though) even if it's not very nice Cycling weather.Apparently I cant have my own estate car, because they havent a driver in Totley area, and they are all volunteers, so I can't grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pro active in the Olympic Torch application, yesterxday. I knew there had been a 'cock up' probably my fault? with the copy Birth Certificate. So I reordered one yesterday, cost me £33!!!!! I also had some really scary passport pics done. And Yuk, it scares me to think the camera doesn't lie!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Santa, is opening up tomorrow, apart from him, I don't know who will show? Because Cycle 4 Health has finished for the winter. And so has Cycling 4 All. But folk have got the Community Cycling Bug, and we just miss it when we aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really hope my transport works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I had a Builder round today, oooooh!!!Big plans about a metal container to put Ziggy and friends in!!! How converted is that!!!! which reminds me, I've spotted a KMX - new one for sale, 7 gears, disc brakes etc. For sale in Lincolnshire, £600. My kids would love it, but I think it's just a bit too low for me, I'd absolutely Poop, going down the Dual Carriageway, on s'thing so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1893233592497100727?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1893233592497100727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-control.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1893233592497100727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1893233592497100727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-control.html' title='&apos;In Control&apos; ?'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7717393446546577928</id><published>2012-01-01T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:05:38.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG TESCO!!!!! (and it wasn't even 2012)</title><content type='html'>Recently, my son had been reminiscing about the 'Fun times' we used to have on our little adventure cycle rides. Like, Me ending up in hospital, with 16 stitches in my leg!!! And him helping me and Ziggy over one of those silly bridges, that aren't even designed for wheelchairs, let alone Tadpole recumbent. Or the time we went for a cycle ride in the pouring torrential rain, I don't know how we managed the cycle track, behind the Spit? But we were very muddy when we arrived at the Spit, for kinda Brunch.Because of the need for him to see me trying to achieve, little goals, and and with his very generous help,he is proud of himself too,and rightly so. We had decided, to attempt the return trip to Tesco. To fetch some bucks fizz, (for them to have a little tipple) and some champagne, for me. Oh and his Xmas money was burning a whole in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arranged various meeting points along THE WAY, BECAUSE HE HAD CHOSEN TO RIDE HIS new super speedy scooter, on the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit like Mr Bean though with cars crashing behind me, as they swerve to avoid a calamity. Usually I pick up speed (and love the thrill) of going down the dual carriage way, on Baslow Rd, if any ones familiar with it? But I had followed my son, and where I came onto the carriageway, I hadn't realised THERE WAS A RAILING SEPARATING THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC. (Ive only lived here 22 years) So yes, you guessed it, for a few metres I was speeding down the wrong side of the carriageway. As a passing car driver gesticulated wildly from a passing car!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting place was the Bike Tree, where I called in to ask if they could just Service Me :) I mean my Cycle! They tightened my Corset Ziggy's I mean. And just clipped my rear brake back as it hung limply catching on the wheel sometimes. But because of the hydraulics, I will need to book her in. Which I am tempted to do, because The Bike Tree is so easy for me to get to, as apposed to Recycle. But they are so lovely at all cycle shops, and they only charged me £2, and that was because I had a couple of coins handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that my Son is sooo proud of me, or Ziggy, I'm not too sure which? We cut through Henliegh Hall, pausing for a moment, to look up at my Mums window. On through Millhouses Park, calling off at the Skate Park, and no I refrained from trying the jumps. (2 years ago today, I was at A and E, having stitches, because of my failed Cycle rricks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the end of the park, and using my sons local short cut knowledge, Tesco was about 25yards. Sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Return: After lunch, with heavy bags we began our return trip. It was so difficult with the heavy bags. Near HH I met up with our neighbour, who conveniently had got the car. So I was really cheeky and got her to bring my shopping home for me. Phew, I was now as light as a feather :DDD not really!!! But it was considerably easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out of my Cycle, I fell over because my legs were still cycling!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7717393446546577928?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7717393446546577928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-tesco-and-it-wasnt-even-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7717393446546577928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7717393446546577928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-tesco-and-it-wasnt-even-2012.html' title='BIG TESCO!!!!! (and it wasn&apos;t even 2012)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7912687463538793653</id><published>2011-12-30T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:54:42.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lifes just a bit too personal</title><content type='html'>Starvation, and the fact that my electricity was off, for 12 hours yesterday. Meant I had to get some yummy exciting sexy shopping, How can I make going to the Co-op sound exciting and attractive? It's not far, but I felt 100% better for the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent yesterday, a fab pic of a Lurcher, lying across it's owner who was riding a Recumbent Cycle :) It made me smile. Not easy at the moment. Sorry to be a miserable Bas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, my plan is to Cycle, to the big Tesco tomorrow, with my little boy, on his new Scooter (on the Pavement), because he knows the Cycle paths down there, and wants to look after his Mum. And besides, it's along time since I've been on an adventure with him.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7912687463538793653?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7912687463538793653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-lifes-just-bit-too-personal.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7912687463538793653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7912687463538793653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-lifes-just-bit-too-personal.html' title='My lifes just a bit too personal'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3342379327298993028</id><published>2011-12-28T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T11:52:02.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Buses :)</title><content type='html'>Yep, you know the ones? Theoretically they are for physically disabled folks, as well as the kids who have some learning difficulties. But i only ever see them with the latter group. Anyway, I feel a bit cringey doing this, because I suppose I don't see myself as fitting in to that cartography. But I grabbed the bull by the horns, and booked a Mini-bus (yes it will have Sunshine's and rainbows,on it probably)to take and return me to Hills borough Park, on Thursday the 5th of January, cost £6 return. So thanks to Kev Hickman, for that tip off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmmm, I can't...won't divulge too much, but men are mostly shit to me, has s'one stuck kick me on my back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wish for structure, and a Focus. Maybe I'll be better when I get to Hillsbro again, I do hope Sunshine buses work for me.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3342379327298993028?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3342379327298993028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunshine-buses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3342379327298993028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3342379327298993028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunshine-buses.html' title='Sunshine Buses :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2380433713219276298</id><published>2011-12-25T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:32:08.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sleep, Really Poor Food, means a mardi Caz x</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 2 this morning, and I was so excited about giving the kids their presents, that I couldn't get back to sleep. At 5, I got the children up. :) x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the 'Suitcase food from the Spit, and cycled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is extremely steep the hill to Cheshire Homes. But I will do it .....next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you today Dave, but you know sometimes, I am very thankful, that we share the children. So I can sleeep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2380433713219276298?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2380433713219276298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-sleep-really-poor-food-means.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2380433713219276298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2380433713219276298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-sleep-really-poor-food-means.html' title='Little Sleep, Really Poor Food, means a mardi Caz x'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3853484596828031920</id><published>2011-12-24T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T09:49:53.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Night!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5VzdWUcQlI/TvW8me-OpAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/53Mpls4KiNY/s1600/Cheshire%2BHome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5VzdWUcQlI/TvW8me-OpAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/53Mpls4KiNY/s400/Cheshire%2BHome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689661073587610626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, The Eve, of the Eve of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cheap (eeeek) but it's Xmas, and in theory I could have used my SDS money, to treat many neighbours and friends. But..... I didn't really I (with my own) was just paying for me and 4 children, to party 5-11. And I happened to stumble, not literally (for a change)on the Disco at the Spit!!!I'd arranged to meet Pete, Julie Andrews, Sylv and Matt (new characters) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, Boom the disco began...and we boogied all night, the best bit of it was getting some people from Leonard Cheshire Homes on the Dance Floor. We had a great time!! My son commented on how I'd made their night, well let me say they truly made mine, and Julies. Who walked with me home, whilst my little boy and his mate took Ziggy. Hopefully I have made contact with the home now, because I think they would really benefit from Hillsborough Cycling 4 All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3853484596828031920?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3853484596828031920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/fantastic-night1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3853484596828031920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3853484596828031920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/fantastic-night1.html' title='Fantastic Night!!1'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5VzdWUcQlI/TvW8me-OpAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/53Mpls4KiNY/s72-c/Cheshire%2BHome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7754982090188765825</id><published>2011-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T13:02:08.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww I do love Mr Marsden!!</title><content type='html'>Steve arrived at my house early this morning, i think I was 1st on his Xmas Card delivery run/cycle, Bless him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of laughed about he'd helped me achieve so much, and now he was looking for a new me!! :( I know it's true, but I'm just too insecure :(xxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7754982090188765825?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7754982090188765825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/awwww-i-do-love-mr-marsden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7754982090188765825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7754982090188765825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/awwww-i-do-love-mr-marsden.html' title='Awwww I do love Mr Marsden!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2287418813323512514</id><published>2011-12-21T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T04:56:01.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 peas in a pod!! Brothers Grim...(ahhhh only joking , xxxxxx)</title><content type='html'>I'm out with Lorrainne tomorrow, I hope the weather stays mild. As it's an evening meet, and I am wussy about the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my Sleuth head on, and thanks to a Guy called Mark Weene, who I last saw 25years ago, it took 10 mins for me to find out the location of my ex teacher. I know I'll send him a reply and return an Xmas card. The powers of Facebook!!! Which reminds me, poor Rob http://glydearoundbritain.blogspot.com/ (i know the link will not work, but hopefully, you can follow his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2287418813323512514?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2287418813323512514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2287418813323512514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2287418813323512514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/wednesday.html' title='2 peas in a pod!! Brothers Grim...(ahhhh only joking , xxxxxx)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-908352046658009707</id><published>2011-12-19T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:43:12.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it....</title><content type='html'>Ouch, my Heart was heavy, as I went upstairs at Henleigh Hall, to find my mate Karen. Who I will be forever grateful to for bending a few rules to ensure my lovely Mum stayed in Henleigh, for the last 18months of her life, Receiving the very best of care. And most importantly for me, was the fact that I could Cycle there. We swapped pressies today, and I moved onto Millhouses Park, where I met the Gorgeous Miriam :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get sad at Chrimbo, I'm a right Barrrr Humbug!! This year, could be worst? But providing Pete and the kids are happy on Xmas day, I will be ok. I've ordered a Take Out Xmas Dinner!!! from the Spit, bargain price, so I'm picking up at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved cycling to the park today sooo much, can you tell :) I do feel so much better, happier, unfit. (it took me nearly an hour to get home!!) I'm meeting one of my sons buds Mums tomorrow, (i think she only knows what she's heard from other Mums) I just hope she's spoken to the right ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think of you DH!!! and just keep thinking of the good things you are going to do next year, with your daughters. And how things will surely get easier. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-908352046658009707?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/908352046658009707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/908352046658009707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/908352046658009707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-did-it.html' title='I did it....'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-8378577409012774348</id><published>2011-12-17T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:00:06.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soooo boring.... but content</title><content type='html'>I do feel very lethargic, cold and bored. And I'm really ready for Xmas. I can't wait, till January to be honest! Although I feel happier than usual, at least I've managed to get some nice pressies for folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 3 years, my ex English Teacher, Mr Phil Walworth, who I loved. Has sent me an Xmas card, but NEVER has it had any contact details? I would love to find him, just so he could see how far I'd come since the Divorce, when I was a totally different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that will become my new mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just been 'chatting' to Greame Willgress, who uses a SAD lamp in winter, with positive effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my old Friday nights? when I used to invite people to mine for a drink and nibbles, it happened on Thursday, (enough said!) well I think that's happening this week. But life is not really very good and healthy at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-8378577409012774348?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/8378577409012774348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-soooo-boring-but-content.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8378577409012774348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8378577409012774348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-soooo-boring-but-content.html' title='I&apos;m soooo boring.... but content'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-52851343566277245</id><published>2011-12-14T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:11:04.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRRP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NpecuEHMMU/Tu4snZ_jeXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QNd2bAgwNi4/s1600/jumbos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NpecuEHMMU/Tu4snZ_jeXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QNd2bAgwNi4/s400/jumbos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687532434919487858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMy4rfoQDAc/Tu0Vll7s4QI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Z_roxTJoKxs/s1600/dave%2Band%2Bi%2Bat%2Bjumbos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UMy4rfoQDAc/Tu0Vll7s4QI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Z_roxTJoKxs/s400/dave%2Band%2Bi%2Bat%2Bjumbos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687225640020664578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Me and Dave at Jumbos, 9 of us celebrated Xmas, from the Hillsborough team. Good night, but I was on my best behaviour :) (No falling asleep in my Curry!!!) &lt;br /&gt;It's a busy time of year for Dave!!! (get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed my 5th Interview :) at SCBIRT, which went really well. And the Client, felt the same way I do? and that is that she is experiencing some sort of Post Traumatic Positivity. Because since she was run over by a bus (hey they have a lot to answer for these buses) But like in my case, she thinks it was possibly more her fault, anyway I do find it easier now, after doing 4 interviews on the trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last July? A woman contacted me, via my blog. And she did sound a little eccentric in a nice way :)(not too dissimilar to myself) she's called Fiona, and has a blog called Ad libbed. And she wished to come and try the cycles at Hillsborough?? After being all over enthusiastic, I tnought I'd scared her. I was just making myself a coffee, and she said are you Caroline? Im Fiona with the Blog......and we got on like old mates. So do please get in touch. We could always meet up and you could try Ziggy- My trike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this early, because I'm out tonight, having a Chinese...eating...not 'Having' with Nick, Fred, Dave, David, Lawrence and the 2 Sues from Hillsborough. Which will be nice, because I do miss everyone. I ain't seen head nor tail (not that I ever do see his tail)....that was so unintentionally rude!!!! of my Hero Steve M, who isn't going tonight. might catch you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-52851343566277245?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/52851343566277245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/birrp.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/52851343566277245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/52851343566277245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/birrp.html' title='BIRRP'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NpecuEHMMU/Tu4snZ_jeXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QNd2bAgwNi4/s72-c/jumbos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-816477136976862477</id><published>2011-12-13T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:48:31.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRRP/SDS and Social Workers!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be incredibly outspoken, (not like me) and I'll eat humble Pie if I have to. But today, by a Social Worker who 'Specialised' in Brain Injury I was made to feel so  Stupid, at BIRRP meeting. And ~I'm happy to say, when I checked my facts - the  minute I got home. I was correct. And the Socia\l Worker whos speciality was Brain Injury was wrong. It was just the way she said.....No Caroline Love, You have to be a qualified Social Worker!!!!!!!bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back there tomorrow, anyway. And We concluded today that our Interviews have been totally successfull.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-816477136976862477?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/816477136976862477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/birrpsds-and-social-workers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/816477136976862477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/816477136976862477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/birrpsds-and-social-workers.html' title='BIRRP/SDS and Social Workers!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-9163424994554395072</id><published>2011-12-12T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:23:49.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober as a Judge :)</title><content type='html'>I apologise for being offensive, in previous Posts!! I just become, (get worst) a woman with a sewer mouth, at times!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm I went for the most beautiful lunch today, (i must be getting old if the most exciting thing to talk about is what I had for lunch!!) with the lovely Miriam, ooooh we talked about a lot and how I should maybe be thinking about some Confidence Classes!!! Ha!!! not getting them, giving them, next year at Zest, maybe. Wow!!I don't know that I could do that I can maybe help folk to feel more positive, about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into Angela Lant, who is just great, and used to teach my kids, she was the Headmistress, at Totley Primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead the following interview, with Jay, an Occupational Therapist by my side. I think it went well, but I can't really imagine the lady I saw as getting excited, or feeling happy about owt? It's such a strange thing isn't it? It's soooo true no 2 brain injuries are ever the same. She dressed like I do on a cold evening, all neck to toe in thick clothes with thermals peeking out the bottom off her trousers, with a purposeful overhang on her snug fur lined booties. (I secretly saw me!!! in 10 years) Ok, Ok, Me last week. And vowed and declared not to let it happen again!!! Which reminds me a bit I'm out again on Wednesday, with the Guys from Hillsborough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News!! I've ordered a new Birth Certificate, with a promise that it will be sent to me within 14 days :) So thats me sorted The Olympic Torch. And the Director of Sustrans, (not sure which one) when he learnt of me doing the Torch thingy, wanted to talk with me apparently about Sponsorship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at BIRRP again tomorrow, for my Monthly :)I'll probably have my period as well :D I have no shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-9163424994554395072?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/9163424994554395072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/sober-as-judge.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/9163424994554395072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/9163424994554395072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/sober-as-judge.html' title='Sober as a Judge :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6991275692115493776</id><published>2011-12-11T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:29:18.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here....p* but ok :)</title><content type='html'>I suppose the reason why I've been so quiet? I'm not doing much riding :( and I'm ashamed of myself for that. I know I'd feel stacks better, if I just got off my ass and did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, had been really intense in the daY. dELIVERING iNTERVIEWS FOR birrp in the day. And did anyone else think it was absolutely freezing or is it that I don't usually go out at night? Instead of getting my Glad Rags on, I showered and put on my Passion Killer 'Long Janes' and thermal vest!! (which was visable through my dress) and then felt 'dowdy' and plain next to all the toung Social Workers. I felt like a Service User' as I shivered. Although everyone there just so went out of their way, to get me pissed and make me be outrageous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete was beautiful, he came to meet the car, just to make sure I wasn't totally off myu face. I reckon I could ave -pulled with this guy who chose to sit next to me. But the table wenmt silent as he asked me which Department I worked in. :D 'Urrrrm I'm a recipient of the SDS budget was my reply. Much to everyuones amusement, but Hey What else can I say? Maybe next time, but he didn't blow my socks off, and thast is what I want. Am I just revealing too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday, was spent with a sore head!! and today, I Cycled an insy bit to the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B* you know last week, I spent hours at the Post Office, getting stuff sent and photiocopied? Well they didnt receive official documents, so i've got to do it again. But I've also got to go and do some more Interviews for BIRRP on Mon, Tues, Weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meant to be meeting the beautiful Miriam for lunch tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6991275692115493776?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6991275692115493776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-herepissed-but-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6991275692115493776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6991275692115493776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/im-herepissed-but-ok.html' title='I&apos;m here....p* but ok :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5630172678967948585</id><published>2011-12-08T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:49:08.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOOOOh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm beaming from ear to ear, with pride. But I just lay myself open to fail; and critisism. It really is difficult to jump through all the hoops, that are asked of me. (I'm talking about, Carrying the Olympic Torch)  I have been chosen, but I HONESTLY, don't know why? I know the theory behind the reason, and yes I must sound impresive????? But I now know of 4 people, who were all nominated, and 3 were successful in getting through to the last round. And do you know, they are far more Credible and worthy than I, they all influence loads of disabled folk. And one of them has a brain injury like myself, through a Stroke!! (I do wish my Mum and Dad, were around to see it though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bet the others don't say rude offensive words when they stub their toe!! And I bet they don't drink, and act really immature!!  But I am the only one I know whose lucky enough to have been chosen. Wow it is so big!! my kids are unbelievably proud!! even my ex, muttered words of Congratulations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did sieze the opportunity, (what am I like) and I rang my mate Rony Robinson, and next minute, live on air!!! Telling folk about the Accessible Cycling at Hillsborough Park, and how it was fab, and I loved it!!!and by the way, I'm carrying the Olympic Torch, type of thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna go to Hillsborough today, as well. To think I'd have not known, for 5 hours!!! My little boy was off sick, so I stayed home, being the dutiful Mum. Also it was a tad on the windy side, so I didn't think it would be very busy. I missed everyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll let you know, how difficult it's gonna be don't worry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy Thank you Nigel West for the nomination. Ooooh and Thanks to 'Wait For Pete' for suggesting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5630172678967948585?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5630172678967948585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/ooooooooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5630172678967948585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5630172678967948585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/ooooooooh.html' title='OOOOOOOOh!!!!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5437020354997186832</id><published>2011-12-07T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:51:15.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Face</title><content type='html'>Ouch, it's sooo painful, cycling in the hail!! going downhill, about the fastest I ever get (Baslow Rd dual Carriageway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I write a blog yesterday? Ooooh no I didn't, too much time spending money, on pressies. I don't know how I would have coped without my windfall blip (with Income Support, in case you were thinking anything else) I( did a bit of work also for ASC, Hannah and I are designing (and a young guy called Michael, who wasn't there yesterday)This Record of Involvement, for the regular pool of volunteers to collect evidence of work they have completed. It's fully endorsed by the council, and all the documents will be available to download and print. It isn't tokenistic, there will be no Certificates and badges!! It's just a record really. So that folk like me, who can't remember peoples names and stuff, have got evidence. It's nice that the other 2 thought I had a really nice way with words, and I should write it. Which to be honest is the easy bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cab home, because they paid!!! and welcomed my friend Lorraine, mmmm we ordered Curries, even the kids are partial. Bless her, it was freezing, and she caught 2 buses, to get to mine and 2 home. That's so nice of s'one to do that for lil old me!!! I did get just a tad 'Tidly' though. So when the alarm Drrrrrringed!! at 615, I wasn't amused but. Ouch I remembered the dentist, at 10. And my dentist (the one in Hathersage!!!) is always on holiday, so again,I was using a private extortionate local one. Who looked in mi Gob, and said that'l be £144 for me to fix. It's not decay, it's cracked. So I'll wait and see mine next week hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5437020354997186832?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5437020354997186832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5437020354997186832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5437020354997186832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-face.html' title='My Face'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2655059764204938408</id><published>2011-12-06T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:39:26.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday.....dreaded school</title><content type='html'>My Son, had text me anxiously on Sunday night. He really feared the inevitable, as he saw it. Maybe in a different life, an angry grown ups word, would have stood for more clout. Than Character History? But I am really proud to say, Mr Stewart of Totley Primary, came up trumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had telephoned school at 830am, just to be sure of 'getting in there first', I had said the story of events according to my Son. And what this Mum thought she saw. And how I'd given him the opportunity to defend himself over the telephone. (the Mum was outraged that I had allowed him to do this), and started a vendetta and slur, against me cycling on 'That Stupid Bike' Thankfully s'times, I think because I've been a Celebrity, for doing honourable things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son did get a tiny bit punished...tokenistic, and that had been for swearing....saying Crap. (which I kinda let him get away with anyway,) as long as it's not every other word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dullish day to match my dullard feelings. Hopefully I will be brighter tomorrow, as I'm helping design the 'Record of Involvement' for Volunteers within Social Care to produce as evidence, of work completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2655059764204938408?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2655059764204938408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/mondaydreaded-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2655059764204938408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2655059764204938408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/mondaydreaded-school.html' title='Monday.....dreaded school'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5525996075811920895</id><published>2011-12-04T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:08:34.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dave</title><content type='html'>And thanks Pete, who I aint seen for a month! since he joined the Couples of Christmas!! But burst in this am, with messages of support. Dave for letting me know, that at least I have the kids!! (even though it's far too expensive for my benefits. And when I asked for help today from the Dad, he gave me the choice their Xmas Pressies or helping?) I wish I'd called his bluff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled to the shops, I know I'm, really slacking. I just have no purpose at the minute. I've secured support from Pete for Friday, to put me to bed. After my night out with the girls!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5525996075811920895?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5525996075811920895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-dave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5525996075811920895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5525996075811920895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-dave.html' title='Thanks Dave'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6722721437801446670</id><published>2011-12-03T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:53:51.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday   :(</title><content type='html'>I didn't sleep too well, revisiting the conversations from earlier in the evening. I'm trying my best not to cry all the time, mostly because of the time of year, and everyone becoming 'Coupley' and lovey dovey. My friend made me cry this morning, I aint seen her really for a year, she's one of the school Mums, I used to speak to, at the bottom of the drive. I'd sent a txt in the night, saying how I felt Bullied, for being a 'Weirdo' and trying to be independent. Anyway a couple of the Mums phoned, and why is it when folk are being really nice, I cry more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dave, she was absolutely bonkers, that woman!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6722721437801446670?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6722721437801446670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6722721437801446670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6722721437801446670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday.html' title='Saturday   :('/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3698301153768965374</id><published>2011-12-02T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:08:04.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coo ee!!!!! I' Here :)</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I've just realised that I aint been here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just had another parent call me a weirdo tho! Which hurt. And why? because she went off alarming about my son, bullying her son, and 6 of the boys were in my lounge all shouting above one another, about how the said boy booted my son in the shin sooo very hard. Anyway I said lets just calm it,till Monday at School, She went on apparently in the hairdressers, where she worked (how classy!!) to go off about me on that '' Fuckin Stupid Bike''!!I've been supposedly 'Educating' Council Workers today, about how I can think for myself etc, and then I come across Ignorance like that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi to Richard who I met today at the SDS training day. I especially remember Richard, because he was Single!! Am I obsessed with men? Talking of which, on second thoughts, I'd better not talk about last night ;) but it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I saw the kids off, thankful that I no longer have to take them to school in the cold morning. Then Matt picked me up, we went for H who is the Butt of many a joke, then Steph and Gwyn.m He's so dedicated to the cause of literature and coma, that he will do this. He says it's because we are his friends which is nice. And I don't think for a minute he implied 'Friends'!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed Hillsborough yesterday, so much so that I went to an ASC meeting, which went well. I suggested to Headway and to SCBIRT that they should be trained up in writing Support Plans, so at least s'one who understood Brain Injury supported the Survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunt for a lurcher goes on, they're all too big!! So the kids and I aqre being patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3698301153768965374?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3698301153768965374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/coo-ee-i-here.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3698301153768965374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3698301153768965374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/12/coo-ee-i-here.html' title='Coo ee!!!!! I&apos; Here :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5220607734140879636</id><published>2011-11-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:45:32.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all gone BLACK!!</title><content type='html'>How depressing the news is today, the Eve of The General Strike. I don't want to get political, because I don't understand politics, but Britain is just on a see saw, and it depresses me so, even though for the first time in 10 years, I feel fairly comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, remember the SDS Training team, which I joined? Training SW to complete the Individual Budget Assesment? Well do you recall the lovely Liz Salmon, who brought Strawberrys and cream to Hillsborough, with some non alcoholic bubbly, when the team tried out the cycles for themselves. Well she contacted me today, to invite me out on her leaving do, in December.I can't wait!! Kids are booked out for the night :)  So far I've only got 2 Xmas dos on the Calendar....3 actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled to the Post Office,where I spent 25mins getting stuff sorted, it's a good job she knew my ....'Challengers'. She was really interested in Head-Lines, so I promised to sell her one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Lorraine and Lawrence in town today, mmmm I wish Lawrence was like me!!!! and he'd claim what he is entitled too. Unfortunately that's where SDS fails, I mean what happens if s'one is in denial?? and they just sink lower and lower, because they don't think they're 'ill' or disabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brockwood phoned to ask, if I'd step in Friday, to help deliver SDS training. I will I'll just need to leave writing early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5220607734140879636?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5220607734140879636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-gone-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5220607734140879636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5220607734140879636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-gone-black.html' title='It&apos;s all gone BLACK!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3448535437111053240</id><published>2011-11-28T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:50:10.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disabled entepeneurs</title><content type='html'>http://www.disabledentrepreneurs.co.uk/ - I know the link wo'nt work, but you knoow what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll begin with telling you for the first time in a month I feel very lucky, and well thought of, and dare I say happy???? My lovely friend, mentor, and supporter has confirmed that 'Gripple' in Sheffield, are going to fund My transport to Hillsborough for a month. She's doing Individually what Altogether Better, want to do for Health Champions x 6 who have got worthy projects on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to Disabled Entepeneurs, Shane from there, who owns a company called 'mobityBuy.com' Anyway I gave him a rushed jumbled brief....yeah as if? I just said I'd send him some stuff, and he agreed to come to Hillsborough and try the cycles and meet me. But as Steve M reminded me, he wouldn't really apprechiate the magic,.If he came during winter when in theory it's closed.  Steve M, sounds very poorly :(, he couldn't stop sneezing and spluttering!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3448535437111053240?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3448535437111053240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/disabled-entepeneurs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3448535437111053240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3448535437111053240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/disabled-entepeneurs.html' title='disabled entepeneurs'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7312907696093854646</id><published>2011-11-27T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:59:44.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr!!!</title><content type='html'>I do maKE it A THING TO GO OUT ON zIGGY, EVERYDAY, EVEN IF IT'S JUST TO THE SHOPS OR PUB. But I aint today, instead I went wi my bruv, Sue, and Amanda, to visit my Mums 'Unmarked Grave'. Which, does seem strange? I'm sure many folk must go to the wrong grave, when visiting their loved ones for the first time. I mean if it hadn't have been for the Lil lies and Carnations that perished there, with a water logged card. Maybe we would have struggled? Any other day, I might have found it difficult to visit, but today, I was ok, I was feeling strong..ish. I really hadn't made a lot of effort with my appearance, choosing to go for the more 'Natural' look (it's my excuse for not bothering with Make up and hair) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at the mound of earth, and let my imagination wander, to what was below that mound? I mean it had been there for 12 days, gruesome images of worms, and Mum being Cold and scared in the dark, flitted through my mind. But do you know what I could quickly dispel them, because I had witnessed Mums body, without Mum in it, on the day she had died. And I was glad I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Douglas women, (i am one really!!) went into town for a bit of retail therapy. Eeeek, I bumped in to Mark Skinner, who I'd finished with all those years ago for Jock!! I must have been mad, he's gorgeous! and an avid cyclist...and married....and a dad. We exchanged niceties, and I thought 'I wish I'd put my make up on and done my hair!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7312907696093854646?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7312907696093854646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/brrrr.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7312907696093854646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7312907696093854646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-183135586224752489</id><published>2011-11-25T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:44:26.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Way</title><content type='html'>I've been to the writing group, which is such a Positive in my life, it kinda makes me concentrate and think. Today's brain teaser? Objective Correlative? and Pathetic Fallacy? Which I understood after a while, but I don't really thing I'll use it too much in my Blog, as I tend to be a punchier writer, as apposed to being massively descriptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say, but I wish I could about the Characters within the group!! 1 is soooo bitter and twisted it is hysterical, because she seems to vent her anger towards me!!!But hey, I am Theresa, and the calmer Iam the stranger, it seems. Another man, is really having a bad time of things, so I'm taking him under my wing. (poor bugger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Matt for making me laugh so much....You had to be there honestly!!and I will drag you for fishy Friday soon, .....at the Spit of course!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked up 6 copies for Kev and Bridgette, where can I send them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh remember Miriam? Well the Star has found a Sheffield Company that will maybe sponsor me until March? If I want to go and help out with the CFH at Hillsborough, and the Mental Health Folk? Plus I'm sure there will be a lot of events, with it being around xmas. The company is a steel company called Grittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit it I phoned Steve M to thank him for yesterday, and he's invited me out for Xmas Lunch with his favourite staff, like last year. So Fred, Pam, Dave, Steve and myself will go to one of the Parks for lunch, which I will love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone get the CTCs Cycle Clips? Follow the link below, it's interesting, (but I think youll need to copy and paste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.getcycling.org.uk/media/bikes-not-barriers.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrrrm, that's it. xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-183135586224752489?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/183135586224752489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/write-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/183135586224752489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/183135586224752489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/write-way.html' title='Write Way'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3792764919765166240</id><published>2011-11-24T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:06:53.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud</title><content type='html'>I was sooo proud that Steve spent all day at Hillsborough, because of me, and it was lovely that my friends Lorraine and boyfriend came and were enthused about what they saw, and who they met. It was nice that Nick knew the Lurcher rescue folk, and was gonna say nice things. It was absolutely gorgeous that Nick and David, the Park Ranger volunteer bought me a diary, and some Walnut whips. Ahhhhh it's all lovely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a meeting with my friend to discuss business stuff except I got pissed, I just can't handle my liquor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more reflective tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all xxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3792764919765166240?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3792764919765166240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3792764919765166240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3792764919765166240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud.html' title='Proud'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1677005436157435105</id><published>2011-11-23T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:41:50.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Selfish....</title><content type='html'>I mean, at least my family aren't dependant on Hillsborough, or cycling for any income. I mean poor Steve B and M, and the cycle trainers at Hillsborough, like Fred and Santa. Their household income is largely dependant, on what happens with cycling and projects like Hillsborough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after my last post though, I made an enormous decision, that is a bit selfish and a bit luxurious? To continue, at Hillsborough and fund it myself? I perhaps won't take ziggy though, as that costs me an extra £10. And threes no point in me trying to ride to Dore, take the train, tram to Hillsborough and then back, with you Dave? Because It would have to be s'thing I could do on my own, and I'm not physically strong enough, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh bless, my wee children spent ages on Monday night getting their homework printed out. And I found it on the settee, after they'd gone. Knowing my little boys had to be in otherwise detention!! I nipped out to school with it. Hey he was so proud of me cycling to school. To give him his homework, bless him. (brownie points for me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been another weepy day, :( I keep thinking about tomorrow, and wondering if I'll cry? I'd say it's odds on? (Well mi left eye will!!) I cycled up to the Deli shop, to get some nice nibbles for tomorrow. And I grabbed a coffee, whilst waiting, I rang Rhiann? Altogether Better? Kind of top of the ladder when it comes to different Organisations, employing different services, who employ a different Service, which 'Mentor me!!' and she spoke of how I needn't little support just this financial and there were 6 of us, like this. Anyway by March she reckons that we will be funding ourselves using a new charity, that she is setting up with our help.???? Plus I probably told some of you, but I've decided that if the worst happens, I will pay for it myself!! It may mean leaving Ziggy :( and borrowing a trike from Hillsborough.(I know it's a disgrace!! all taxis charge £5 per journey. Even if it's a wheelchair!!) And I've posted my Community Transport thing off!! So I'm confident I will be back, but the fab team won't be. It's bound to change :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1677005436157435105?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1677005436157435105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-selfish.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1677005436157435105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1677005436157435105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-selfish.html' title='I am Selfish....'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5719507758254847380</id><published>2011-11-21T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:05:33.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cauliflower Ear</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid I gave Steve one this morning....a Cauliflower Ear that is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent a good while on the phone with Sheffield Community Transport, this morning following Kev Hickmans, very helpful advice :) They said they would probably be able to take me and my trike to Hillsborough, in March? I know I should be jumping for joy! but I'm just a miserable git at the moment, and I've had so many false hopes. That I will wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve M returned my call so I continued to tell him everything that was happening in my life. Without pausing to draw breath I think. I reminded myself of a client that comes to Hillsborough, who does exactly the same. And then I stopped remembering the effect she has on folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you Rob for your message of support, I know when I'm helping s'one with a disability cycle, it makes me do more. And I forget about MY problems, like my Mum not been here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Left Eye!!.....is permanently crying, I know it's effected by my paralysis, but its as if it won't hide what I'm feeling inside. So I can be all pretentious, putting a brave smile on, but there's a tear rolling down my left cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the only positive in my life is that Erin Hounds, are looking for me. Have I always been a miserable git?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I should just be grateful, for the 2 and a half fantastic years that The CTC, Recumbent Cycling and Health Champs have given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5719507758254847380?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5719507758254847380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/cauliflower-ear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5719507758254847380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5719507758254847380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/cauliflower-ear.html' title='Cauliflower Ear'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-542250373851923455</id><published>2011-11-20T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:28:29.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little loop :)</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd start off easy! and make my loop really achievable, and yet useful. So off I set down the dual carriageway, ooooomph!!!! Wheeeee!! as I went, (but not actually weeing, you must understand!!) In 5minutes, I told you it wasn't far. I locked up quickly in order to save maximum time, and someone said 'Ahhh Caroline, I'm sorry about your Mum, I nursed her the night before it happened' I turned and there all dewy eyed, was one of Mums Carers, and that was it for 30minutes, we hugged and cried. I don't mean to cry every time I relive her last moments with us, but I do. Not because they were so gruesome? the opposite really, but because they were so beautiful, and dignified, like my Mum. Anyway gone was the stopwatch time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plodded back up the dual carriageway, towards home, cutting off on a side road so I could use the very easy labour saving Cycle Path, I like Cycle Paths :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the problem I have with a loop...is who I meet, and how long I talk for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic news though!! we had a home assessment by Erin Hounds, and they brought a hound, and guess what she was called? .....Ziggy :) She wasn't looking for a home though, much to my wee boys disappointment. We got talking about those dogs that were looking, and I said no to one, because bless it, it had had a rough time, and I didn't want a repeat of Morris :( the next was a Saluki, which was beautiful. She told me the breed, was rubbish at recall, and very aloof, so wouldn't really be suitable. Finally there was a 16 week old puppy called Bobby, who the kids fell in love with. I said maybe? he was a boy though, with bits at the moment too!!!! I've just received a phone call, and on further inspection, Bobby is just too big, he wouldn't even fit in my bike carriage!! So the search goes on, I'm in no hurry though this time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-542250373851923455?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/542250373851923455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-loop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/542250373851923455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/542250373851923455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-loop.html' title='The Little loop :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5508741883272985453</id><published>2011-11-19T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:06:47.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 18th of November</title><content type='html'>I'm ok, when I feel useful. So I limped with a skip this morning? To the Write-Way writing group, (even if I'm only wanted for my blue parking badge!!!) We had a fab lesson, it's really great, there are now 9 folk in the group. And it's so safe, that folk feel ok, about 'Testing' out their new identities, (you had to be there!!!) I always used to pride myself as being quite a skilled writer (ok, ok Dave I know I lack a bit when it comes to being grammatically correct) But they are all so much better than I. (or should that be me? :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 I was collected in a taxi, to go to Brockwood, where I worked along side Christine Barton, in offering Council Care workers a bit of knowledge on SDS, and what it's meant to my life for 4years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a telephone appointment with Disabled Entrepreneurs, I did try to rearrange, but they've not as yet. I wanted to promote, the success of Inclusive Cycling, and the Write-way. And how much better it makes me feel!!! ......sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5508741883272985453?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5508741883272985453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-18th-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5508741883272985453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5508741883272985453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/friday-18th-of-november.html' title='Friday 18th of November'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2293690721545751033</id><published>2011-11-19T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:32:32.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm slacking!!</title><content type='html'>Thursday, and Hillsborough, didn't do it for me. I mean it was ok, and I did a fair bit, firstly with Sue H and Sue M....(I hope I got that!!)who are both similar to me in the fact that they are women in their 40's? who are Survivors of brain damage. But theirs caused by a Stroke, in both cases. As usual, we do about 4 laps of the park, and back to the Cabin, for a cuppa. Lawrence had arrived as we started, and I'd invited him to join us, he said he'd catch me later. Sue H was a fund seeker for worthy causes, so volunteered to join the Save Caroline at Hillsborough crusade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offered, I've given in now, as with most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked on Marjorie and Brian, as she is getting so much stronger, on the Low rider. Brian following her dotingly on a 2 wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Dave Santa arrived, to just cycle really and be on hand for anyone who needed him from the Mental Health group. Who I kinda tagged on with. After the butty run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, folk are so lovely about Lurchers, they are just so renowned for being gentle. I was discussing with Nick, that I was being home checked on Sunday, with a view to adopting one. He said, if Steve hasn't offered to give it a holiday home. You know I will.....If it's a Lurcher. And he has a 'Couch Potato' Greyhound, and a 18month old child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove past Henliegh Hall, on the way home. I was tempted, to just get dropped off anyway, and cycle home. But I'd crammed in 2 other meets, in the spare time.(purposely, because I'm still not in a good place.) I was meant to be dishing out advice, an unpaid Consultant, for some friends setting up in the Care business. And then I cycled to the Spit, to meet Lorraine. We talked loads, and I cried....again!! But she did invite her and her boyfriend to Hillsborough the following week, with a view to her boyfriend taking me in his big Volvo Estate. (only temporary though)???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2293690721545751033?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2293690721545751033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-im-slacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2293690721545751033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2293690721545751033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-im-slacking.html' title='I know I&apos;m slacking!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7329458283881156740</id><published>2011-11-16T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:40:55.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here, is anyone still there?</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd change my mood, by concentrating on my blog, for 10 mins. Because all I seem to be doing at the moment, is concentrate on what's slipping, and whats gone. I feel like Hillsborough, and my work as a Health Champ, is slipping away. And therefore loads of my relationships?My Bezzy mate of the moment, is back with his ex, so thats gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we buried my lovely Mum yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bruv, wrote and read 'Family Memories' I laughed and cried, they were brilliant. A crowd of us scraped the graveside mud, from our shoes, and went back to his for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? I feel totally at a loss, I don't feel needed, or wanted by anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go to Hillsborough tomorrow, for the penultimate time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't changed my mood I've just reminded myself why, I'm miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7329458283881156740?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7329458283881156740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-here-is-anyone-still-there.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7329458283881156740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7329458283881156740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-here-is-anyone-still-there.html' title='I am here, is anyone still there?'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-225191080799246456</id><published>2011-11-12T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T13:02:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenspeed Magnum?</title><content type='html'>As I'm a bit better off than normal due to having really struggled for 6 years, not knowing that I was paying £180 a month too much, into my Mortgage account!!! I must be shrewd!!!- not at all!! So because I've now got a bit extra? I looked at the knew Greenspeed today, so that I am mobile continuously, without pause, to get some one to mend a puncture etc.Hey they're a bit Sexy, and attractive, hang on I'll gi you the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.greenspeed.com.au/pdfs/Greenspeed.Magnum.pdf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't look like it will work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about it, especially if Carol and Rob, of West Country Recumbents, are distributing, because they have been incredibly supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost for a Magnum is £1876 and guess how much they weigh? ......2lbs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some fab lurches today, all looking for a good home, the temptation is there, but I think it might be better if we waited to the longer days. And I know I said I didn't want one with a history, but the guy said...the dogs stay in Foster Homes, until they are adopted. And they won't let them go unless they are sure. So that's another thing occupying my little brain at the Mo. Avoidance? Maybe? I was bored on Friday, I haven't been bored for ages!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-225191080799246456?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/225191080799246456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/greenspeed-magnum.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/225191080799246456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/225191080799246456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/greenspeed-magnum.html' title='Greenspeed Magnum?'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6374863529750949906</id><published>2011-11-10T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T11:41:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy</title><content type='html'>Perhaps a little insy bit jealous and threatened? By another brain injured man that I welcomerd and incoured to cycle, met many times at Millhouses, and encouraged to come to Hillsborough, I've even lent him my dog cart!!!! And he likes it so much he also wants to volunteer aty Hillsborough. And I know the more the merrier, but we are a good team as it is. Or am I just being very selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day!!! lots of circuits of the Park, in the rain. but Hey we were cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed not visiting my Mum after, but a visit from an old friend when I got home, made up for that ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6374863529750949906?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6374863529750949906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6374863529750949906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6374863529750949906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1486435099606249010</id><published>2011-11-09T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T03:37:17.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm a bit boring</title><content type='html'>All for love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly....I love Pete!!!! he found my filofax, which ad my life in!! On the driveway by the bins. xxxxx &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the beautiful bouquet of pink and white Carnations, and Roses, as I left this morning. Just to remind myself, why I do it? Work hard for the council, for free!! and it's because of the lovely folk it has brought me in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi arrived, to take me to a meeting that had been set up about a Network of Networks they were setting up to monitor Health Services (it all sounds a bit jargonistic to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left half way through, because it was sooo boring, and there were folk in my group who were just sooo negative, and they just kept shouting above the facilitator. (How Rude!!!) Before I left, I suggested a way of getting feedback from the groups in Sheffield that were often, not heard, was to '~Plant' Health watch Champions. Who as  well as getting inside feelings, on how the Mental Health Service? was doing for example? or Child hood Obesity ?they could do some really positive befriending, and activities (not just cycling, honest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I said my bit x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nipped to the shops, got a truck load of bright pink clothes for my Mums funeral. And moved onto Hannahs meeting after I'd bought these really spongi velcros shoes. That were for old folk, but hey I'm sure I'll be delightfully comfortable. We chatted, and planned 'The Record Of Involvement' which is to be, something the more regular volunteers for ASC, can show off their achievements.(that sounds frightfully tokenistic!!! but it's not, well we hope not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned a Guy called Andy Brown? He's a bit of a technophobe, like really bad worst than me, cant evcen use a moby. But he's shit hot at fixing bikes? I know he'll never read this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to say, he's called and fixed my wee boys brakes, and repaired as puncture on the tyre. And wouldn't except a bottle of wine or even a bean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1486435099606249010?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1486435099606249010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/mmmm-bit-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1486435099606249010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1486435099606249010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/mmmm-bit-boring.html' title='mmmm a bit boring'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2930622187421592764</id><published>2011-11-08T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:56:16.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So busy, so sleepy.</title><content type='html'>I'm not really grumbling,because I would hate to be bored. I went to my BIRRP meeting, hey it's great now because I have my own taxi, so I can do things before it and after. I'm not sure how Long they will stretch to that though, cuts been like they are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Sally? I have mentioned her before. Well she heard about My Mum, and wanted a meet straight after I got back, so I was happy to cycle to meet her at a local coffee shop. And wow, poor Sally, had lost her Mum in September, to Cancer. And although her Mum was 'com pus mentos' I think because of that fact she suffered more. So we sat talked I listened, and now I'm well knackered. My wee boy spotted me in the cafe after school, rushed in and pulled up a pew :)And I've just cycled home ....all down hill so no worries there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just by the by, I logged on to report the fact that we've had no street lights, for over a week!!! and I got to read relevant reports that had gone in about the same subject. Anyway they've been out of order since 31st of October. Good job I got some very fee bl;e, but better than no2wt wrap around cycle lights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2930622187421592764?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2930622187421592764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-busy-so-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2930622187421592764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2930622187421592764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-busy-so-sleepy.html' title='So busy, so sleepy.'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3205711705527837432</id><published>2011-11-08T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:42:35.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I am happy, I mean ? I feel very lucky. I set off at 9.00 to meet folk in Millhouses Park, and then go on an extra mile, to the Bank (eeeek!!) Pam, the lovely Pam rushed out to greet me, as I was locking Ziggy up. She was full of hugs, and sorrow, (Steve M had tipped her off!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't be sad, it was the best thing that could have happened. The only time I cry, is when I miss her, and that's just me being selfish'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down, and my cycling hero - Mr Steve Marsden CTC arrived with a card, obviously not sure what to expect of me, we were joined by Dave Santa. Who actually was really positive about me, he said the most fitting song for my funeral, would be 'Always Look on The bright Side of Life.'But I think my children have decided on 'I want to ride my Bicycle' by queen. We sat and chatted about how I should be buried with my trike, or have my Tiara on my top of my coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard, my friend from BIRRP arrived out of the blue!! ~You know kind of familiar face, wrong setting. It was lovely that I could introduce him to some of the most important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the road hadn't have been so busy at 9am, I might have struggled to pass my Mums home, but my inner survival mechanism had kicked in, and I sailed forward, only wishing I was 10ft taller with 8ft arms as I indicated to turn Right accross the very busy road into the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you later.....xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3205711705527837432?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3205711705527837432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3205711705527837432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3205711705527837432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6565343109094342884</id><published>2011-11-06T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T10:39:26.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty.....</title><content type='html'>I'm not really sad, don't let me mislead you. I am truly happy, nahhhh that's too strong, I'm certainly not full of energy, and laughter today. I did cycle to lil tesco, and yes it did seem strange turning round and heading home instead of continuing to HH to see my Mum. I felt like I'd got a guardian Angel looking over me? until I foolishly thought I could pull out about 100 yards in front of a car.Unfortunately, I don't cycle at 40 miles an hour and he was soon 'on top of me' sounding his horn with disapproval. That brought me back to reality!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether Better were on BBC1 last night, in The Big Lottery Awards, which was a very plush affair by the looks of it. Unfortunately they didn't win, but it looked like the winning was getting to the final, like how I felt at the Pride of Britain awards 1 year ago. My daughter got 5 seconds of fame!! when they had filmed her on the grass, at the Heritage Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Pams just txt me to say, she's wanting a meet in the Park, so that will give me an excuse to go,. How hard will it be going past my Mums though?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6565343109094342884?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6565343109094342884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6565343109094342884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6565343109094342884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/empty.html' title='Empty.....'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5671634508303733949</id><published>2011-11-05T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:37:38.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>I'm here and ok, I think. I reckon I'm the lucky one who was privaliged enough to share Mums final moments, on this planet. And then glad that my bruv had the sensitivity and foresight to buy a Chinese Lantern and Pink Champagne, for us to raise our glasses and toast farewell to Our Mum as the lantern drifted off into the stary sky. Because to all intents and purposes Mum was in that lantern, as it was lifted to the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children were a bit hysterical at this thought at first. But now feel all cried up, and only have the happy memories, that make them realise, just how lucky they were, or we all were to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent my time busy phoning distant relatives and searching out Mums old friends, I joined Friends Reunited, in a vain attempt to contact Mums workmates. I do love catching up, but it's unbelievable folk always presume, that I'm bored, and lonely? Because all of Mums friends intend to visit me now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, have I said about Adult Social Care, sending me that fantastic bouquet of flowers? And I know it's not a competition!!!! but I've got 7 sympathy cards. And my ex collegue Lorraine called round today, with flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Hobs broken, Urrrgh!! I realise that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a shoulder to cry on last night and first thing to my friend who'd been a birth partner for a teenager, whose baby was still born. I mean F* poor woman and girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral (i'm off at another tangant!!!)is at Crookes Cemetry, in Sheffield. And my Dad, Hazel, Holly, and Blue dog ashes, are all going in. So they will be fighting for space!!!On Tuesday the 15th of November, at 10.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry to Kev and the Gang, the CTC Inclusive Cycling Forum AGM was in London today. Also did anyone see hopw Alltogether better got on in the best Lottery fund thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you've missed me :) x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5671634508303733949?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5671634508303733949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5671634508303733949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5671634508303733949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4989355388499849474</id><published>2011-11-03T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T13:03:00.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God?</title><content type='html'>S'one was looking kindly on me yesterday. As I was sitting with my VERY poorly Mum. With silent tears rolling down my cheeks, clutching and kissing one hand, whilst my other arm was been licked and sucked, she gasped a few breaths, the time inbetween getting longer.She struggled to take a deep breadth, and I silently prayed that she wouldn't struggle anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxzxxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4989355388499849474?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4989355388499849474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/god.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4989355388499849474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4989355388499849474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/god.html' title='God?'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2076444324903023431</id><published>2011-11-02T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:51:15.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum...... June1930- Nov 2011 RIP</title><content type='html'>We lit a chinese lantern, wi my bruv and laughed at the memories, you have given us Mum. We all Love you, sooo much. xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2076444324903023431?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2076444324903023431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/mum-june1930-nov-2011-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2076444324903023431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2076444324903023431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/mum-june1930-nov-2011-rip.html' title='Mum...... June1930- Nov 2011 RIP'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-996982010295666184</id><published>2011-11-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:28:45.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mum</title><content type='html'>My Mums still incredibly powerful (secretly I've always been scared of her) She is the only person alive, who can get my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bruvs&lt;/span&gt; and I, together in a small room, in an hour!! I don't want to speculate about what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; windfall is all tied up with f* &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bureaucracy&lt;/span&gt;, so that's another big puzzle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled to Mums in about 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, and I am going tomorrow. And I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;legitimately&lt;/span&gt; using my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SDS&lt;/span&gt; money to buy some lights on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what tomorrow will bring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-996982010295666184?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/996982010295666184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/996982010295666184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/996982010295666184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-mum.html' title='My Mum'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5780362240547125831</id><published>2011-10-31T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:01:30.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) FANTASTIC DAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; very depressed, but then a little birdie (not sexist at all, but it was called Laura) told me I had a secret Mortgage 'stash'. What an absolute relief!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly my taxi arrived 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; early, then the taxi driver asked me to get the staff at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HIRC&lt;/span&gt;, to confirm that I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to be dropped off, at Zest!!! The driver thought it too dangerous, to let a 'Brain Damaged &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jibbering&lt;/span&gt; woman', loose on the streets of Sheffield!!!! :D I had to bite my tongue!! as I put it back in my mouth after licking the window, at passers by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Miriam, and was driven for a gorgeous lunch, from where I buy lunch When I'm at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, I wish I'd had more time to call in and see Nick :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after 4 years of really thorough research and discussions, finally the day had arrived, when Jay and I were to interview our first Survivor 0f Brain Injury, about his discharge (yuk!)process. And what a fantastic couple 'Mark' and 'Sue' (fictitious names) were? I know Jay, my partner and Occupational Therapist at the Centre, was happy, with how things went. I think the couple were just happy to be back in the security of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HIRC&lt;/span&gt;. Which had obviously offered some comfort 8 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cab arrived, I rushed back just in time for my first lot of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tricka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; of the evening. My daughters gone out looking like an evil but very attractive Lily Cole!! and my Son ? some kind of Terrorist!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has really tired me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to visit Mum tomorrow. (watch it rain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5780362240547125831?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5780362240547125831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/fantastic-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5780362240547125831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5780362240547125831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/fantastic-day.html' title=':) FANTASTIC DAY!!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7060060397491149934</id><published>2011-10-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:22:54.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooooa!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghosties&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goulies&lt;/span&gt; and things that go bump!! in the night. That's what tonight was supposed to be about, or should I say 9 big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bumps&lt;/span&gt; for my son. Who celebrated his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt;. I usually get depressed on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt; because it is a lot to do on my own, arrange a party, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;, bonfire night and my daughters &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt;. All in the space of 2 weeks. But apart from being a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mardi&lt;/span&gt; because our son was too tired for football. My ex proved to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exemplary&lt;/span&gt;, by taking control of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; things, which, I know is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'thing&lt;/span&gt; I grumble about, (when folk try to take control) but as I really didn't have cash or energy I welcomed it. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; that tonight was my children, and I, Pete, next doors children and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Mark brought all the youngsters home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my children ate like kings, and I said yes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it's fine to have double gammon and egg!! (with ££ signs totting up in my eye balls) But Whats done is done. And it 'got me out', folk always say that to me, as if I'm some kind of knee hugging window &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lick er&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I cycled there and back, not too far!! but it's a right pain because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; got any lights so I crawl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;metaphorically&lt;/span&gt; speaking along the pavement, but there's no street lights either!!!! So now I'm home, Pete's gone home bless. And I am left to go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;melancholic&lt;/span&gt; about the last 9 years, I can honestly say, I only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; 16months of that. And they were the months I spent wasting my tears, when their Dad traded me in for a younger, prettier looking bird, whose about as interesting as.........she evokes no image :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7060060397491149934?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7060060397491149934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/boooooa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7060060397491149934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7060060397491149934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/boooooa.html' title='Boooooa!!!!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2392300753526935537</id><published>2011-10-28T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T14:25:18.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Way</title><content type='html'>My mission for the term.....To try and be more inspiring in my writing, I just want folk to feel energised, and want to go out and cycle when they see me getting so much from it. And I know only I have the ability to make things more riveting in my life, but if I can convey that in the written word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had different aspirations, for the next 6 weeks. Plus 'Olga' had joined, she had had a Stroke, which damaged the left side of her brain. So, what a crew we are....2 car accidents, 1 motorbike, 2 brain tumour survivors, and 1 anesthetic 'overdose'!!! I think there are some more folk joining next week, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooooh&lt;/span&gt; what interesting damage will they have? I'm serious, because it's all a bit fascinating to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our journey continues on for another 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to say, at this point I find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stephs&lt;/span&gt; written work fantastic, and without &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; the best. It is very real, and perhaps a little distressing, so not a cheery happy uplifting writer. But if you can take it, it's very good. And I think he will uncover more this term, as he really does use the cathartic powers the&lt;em&gt; Write-way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2392300753526935537?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2392300753526935537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/write-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2392300753526935537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2392300753526935537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/write-way.html' title='Write Way'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-269729812744191914</id><published>2011-10-27T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T14:25:17.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I am a paper &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mac he&lt;/span&gt; brain? Very long story which I won't go into for fear of being frightfully boring!! (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;, you can tell?) but I was/am convinced that I've been taking 400mg of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tegretol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;retarde&lt;/span&gt; x2 when in actual fact whether by intent or other I have lived happily 'fit' free for 5 years on 200mg x2. Either way after taking 400 all week, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been a bit poorly. Too ill for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, which was a real shame. I did miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my..... Oh my goodness have you seen the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sheffield&lt;/span&gt; telegraph today? What a massive feature they did on 'Write Way, the writing group for the brain injured. But I really didn't believe they would print all the stuff I spoke about to the Journalist, it was just too ordinary. But yes they did, so apologies to anyone who got dragged in there at least I didn't say anything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;derogatory&lt;/span&gt;, and I could have. I wish it had said a bit more about the purpose of the writing group though. Instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glamorising&lt;/span&gt;? me, if I could ever be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glamorised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit drunk so you might have to take what I'm saying with a pinch of salt!! I've just been to the Spit, to meet my old (as in a long time ago) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; I worked with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; my first ever job. At a huge Asylum!!! (psychiatric hospital, dating back to 1850) We were innocent and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt;, and believed in human privacy, and not sharing a commode in the middle of the day room, or sheep dipping in a bath at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you recall, ~I did an active travel show at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brammel&lt;/span&gt; Lane Sheffield, well apparently she had great fun trying Ziggy round the car park. But of course we never really met, Steve or Gavin had helped her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm a tad drunk, child free. And my dilemma is should I have my tablets tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got creative writing in the morning, which will be fun for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I but the other 4 members of the group might feel a bit neglected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-269729812744191914?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/269729812744191914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/269729812744191914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/269729812744191914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4325294377528496762</id><published>2011-10-26T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:36:37.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brockwood :)</title><content type='html'>I had my nearly teenage daughter and her mates round last night to stop o'r. Now this is conceited of me I know, but I do enjoy the challenge of educating them very subtley about how bonkersly normal brain injured folk can be. And I'm happy to say they think I'm well cool because of Ziggy. Of course they were all especially interested in my RTA because of their mate Charlie :( Four rounds of eggy bread and beans for the guests, all the washing moved on a stage in the dirty....washed.....dried.....folded....put away process, and my taxi arrived to take me to work, happy in the knowledge that my kids were shared equally between their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you the amount of times I've told my Personal Story for folk, and it's not that I fib or even embelish parts, it's just that I seem to forget bits s'times, and sometimes I don't. But a big HELLO, if I met you today, good luck, and why not use Hillsborough as a preventative measure, it could lead to so much more as I discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I was bored yesterday, I hate been bored...whilst opening m,ail I came accross a letter from Motability, asking me to take advantage of their car hirwe scheme. As I say, I was bored. So I sent them an email asking why they didn't promote pedal trikes bla, bla. Anyway I got a phone call tonight from Motability, saying how fantastic my story was.....but basically NOT for them :( I did kinda try, and I did get on with the Mineon who phoned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Hillsborough tomorrow, how embarrasing I will see Fred and Lawrence, the last time we met they bundled me into a taxi, after my face first tricks into my curry. Then Mums, cycle home, I hope I don't need any lights!! eek. Then remember Lorraine? Who I met a Brockwood a few weeks ago? we're meeting at the spit. My children? who knows....:).....I do actually, they are staying at my bruvs for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4325294377528496762?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4325294377528496762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/brockwood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4325294377528496762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4325294377528496762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/brockwood.html' title='Brockwood :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6627432595272010610</id><published>2011-10-25T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:06:18.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Sheffield.....but not me</title><content type='html'>Matt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Colbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and fellow brain injury survivor/writer, of &lt;em&gt;Blue Polystyrene shoes&lt;/em&gt; the best story in the Anthology ,in my opinion, were on my fave &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Robinsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; show this morning. And Matt spoke of the uplifting story of rehab through cycling, I guess that's mine then? :) thanks Matt for that. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brockwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, which I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Mother Theresa last night, and looked after my little boys STEP brother overnight. I know I astound myself at times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot all my heartfelt love and best wishes for a full recovery too my daughters 'boyfriend' (one of a few!!) who fell off his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BMX&lt;/span&gt; at 'Chain Breakers' bike jumps made from piles of mud, (you know the sort?) Now this happened about 6 weeks ago, and he's been in an induced coma ever since, well until a week ago. After a series of joyful phone calls, my girl and mates paid him a visit today, and they were very shocked. I'm not gonna get into the helmet/no helmet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; when stunt riding. He's 12 is in a wheelchair, has no front teeth, had 2 fractured eye sockets. And no ones really sure about the long term &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prognosis&lt;/span&gt;, they say it's too soon. But evidently his short term memory, is non &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exist ant&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if a helmet would have helped, but I think common sense says it would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6627432595272010610?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6627432595272010610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/radio-sheffieldbut-not-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6627432595272010610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6627432595272010610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/radio-sheffieldbut-not-me.html' title='Radio Sheffield.....but not me'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3092292814380212071</id><published>2011-10-24T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:10:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yorkshire Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt; I'd forgotten, we were to feature in The Yorkshire Post today (p9) 'Group that is rewriting story of those with brain injuries' I'm guessing that maybe you'll be able to get it in the archive section tomorrow? but I can't find the link - sorry Dave. And yes you were right it was on Broadsheet, to get my inflated, falling out of the dress boobs pic in!! As usual it goes for the blood and gore angle, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preferring&lt;/span&gt; to discuss my accident, and the past. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stephs&lt;/span&gt; fantastic true life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recollection&lt;/span&gt;, of what coming out of the coma was like for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway gone were any ideas of watching 'Under the Hammer'. Nigel mailed me to remind me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt; him a copy up because he was away. And I felt better, I'd say about 95%, so off I cycled and bought a couple of copies. Hey I actually sound quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eloquent&lt;/span&gt;!! not the usual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; den stuff!! And of course it promotes cycling and the fab &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CTC&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; though :( But it does go on to say how much I've enjoyed the chance to show that I have the mental capacity, to write. Which reminds me!! Have you heard of a guy called Norman &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doidge&lt;/span&gt;? Well I'm buying his book 'The Brain that Changes Itself , because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; my philosophy, if you fill your brain with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; things, it will change and repair and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minor misunderstanding when I sent s'one at the CTC a mail, with Lu and a x. I'm pleased to say once they had an explanation, that I always behaved in such a way. It was 'passed' as ok!! Has society lost all it's humility and depth? are we to become androids or s'thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Pete, my solitary reader. I didn't need the recipe, which convinces me, it was a reaction to the jab. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3092292814380212071?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3092292814380212071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/yorkshire-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3092292814380212071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3092292814380212071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/yorkshire-post.html' title='Yorkshire Post'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3418178849997361678</id><published>2011-10-23T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:57:09.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I aint well,  or I haven't cycled?....both.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; cycled since Friday, and I wish I had the oomph to make myself, I know I'd feel better. Instead I feel like I'm burning up, but I have no snotty nose or sore throat. It is possible it's a kick back of my flu jab? I want to feel different anyway. Pete called to make sure I was eating etc...:) I am lucky, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3418178849997361678?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3418178849997361678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-aint-well-or-i-havent-cycledboth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3418178849997361678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3418178849997361678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-aint-well-or-i-havent-cycledboth.html' title='I aint well,  or I haven&apos;t cycled?....both.'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-7787874617321809132</id><published>2011-10-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:25:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday...:)</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry Kevin, I have tried so hard to load the advert for the Inclusive Cycling Event on Friday the 28&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October in Oxford. It really sounds like it's gonna be fab, so I can bet my life you're involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ICF&lt;/span&gt; meet on the 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, I still can't say for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt;, as I have no sponsor now for all the 'nice' things. Anyway isn't it at St &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Paul's&lt;/span&gt; where all the riots are going to be I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;doulbt&lt;/span&gt;? And there is a tiny question of my children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg aches, it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; to do with my socks though. I've got an appointment for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Drs&lt;/span&gt; on Monday! I know, it's stunning that it's so quick! I normally have 5 days to wait. My tummy aches, but that's a normal expectant thing, or the opposite to being expectant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel mightily hung &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o'r&lt;/span&gt; from Monday, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'things&lt;/span&gt; else is up. I'm not my usual positive self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt; Sheffield Telegraph phoned this morning, and are doing a feature on the Story I wrote and read, at Headlines Launch. I expected the interest to be in the writing group, but that's not the case. They were interested in My old Dad, and his Bench and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ecclesall&lt;/span&gt; Woods. I put the phone down, and The Yorkshire Post called, but this time they wanted to know about the Writing group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-7787874617321809132?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/7787874617321809132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7787874617321809132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/7787874617321809132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday.html' title='Friday...:)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-269092485166546646</id><published>2011-10-21T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:27:21.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsborough</title><content type='html'>I was actually dreading yesterday, because I'd get to hear about 'The Lovely Morris' whom we all miss like hell!! And I had a fear that they would want to give him back, and well , just how f* up would he be, getting passed on again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was with a glum face and feelings of trepidation, that I greeted everyone on Thursday. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOoops&lt;/span&gt; plus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;! many of the folk had seen me at The Launch on Monday, when I got very drunk and fell asleep in my curry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle For Health Arrived, and the group seems to grow each week, although it is the last week next week. Steven, his Physio, and his Carer arrived, again. It's always such a pleasure helping him to get started on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMX&lt;/span&gt; because I can see the absolute pleasure he gets from it. And it gets easier every time, he is becoming more able to position and swing his legs (or we are I'm not sure which)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speedy Sean, didn't show this week, which was probably just as well. The 2 Sues sauntered around the park, on the side by side, loving the very frosty but sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave group Autism Plus showed, so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; the court with brightly coloured cones. So we didn't disturb &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt;. I was very low, they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; make me smile like they usually did, I've got to confess. I zoomed off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LIlies&lt;/span&gt;. on the butty run, to fetch Dave and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my return, Dave was here (my contact with Morris) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;, I felt massive relief as he told me things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hed&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;up to&lt;/span&gt;. Although he still had insatiable energy levels. And did familiar things like nip when HE wanted to play!! It sounded like he was being loved? So I did feel a little better. Apart from (nowt to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt; Morris) but my left lower leg, is aching!! it's really weird, but it actually feels bruised?? on the outside? but I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; had any trauma with it. It's been like it for a week. And I do think it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'think&lt;/span&gt; to do with my support sock? or the pressure in my leg? Sorry to digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called in to see Mum, on the way back. And stayed about 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, but it is difficult having a one way conversation. Even for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cycled back, which does not hurt my leg at all, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; does the impact of walking, it's just external pressure. Anyway, I've actually booked an appointment at my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GPs&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-269092485166546646?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/269092485166546646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/hillsborough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/269092485166546646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/269092485166546646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/hillsborough.html' title='Hillsborough'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-438203962389161223</id><published>2011-10-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:28:11.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete's A Star</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention, on Monday, with my Make up and Hair do, and pinching pretty frock. (the Palace one!!) I cycled back from the hair dressers, like a Tart. Only for my dress to get tangled in the chain on Ziggy, causing the chain guard tube thing to ride up and get all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gnarled&lt;/span&gt; up, on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sprocket&lt;/span&gt;!! Anyway, I just forgot about it yesterday, remembering this morning, when I realised I'd got my annual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inoculation&lt;/span&gt;, against Flu. I just happened to mention, a little bit like a damsel in distress :) Ziggy was poorly, to Pete my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbour&lt;/span&gt;, who came round unscrewed something and fed the casing back towards the rear. Tightened it up again and Hey Presto! I was back in business. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go out without attracting lots of attention?? I do love it really I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mustn't&lt;/span&gt; grumble, I'd grumble more if no one ever noticed me. Anyway, I've forgotten &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; chaps name now, but we had a right long chat about my cycle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooooh&lt;/span&gt; and his!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my jab, only a little prick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled back, and boy I'd forgotten just how hard it is to Cycle the school run. Because tonight was Parent Evening. So off I set, thankful for knowing Pete.&lt;br /&gt;I was told off a bit by Mrs &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wile man&lt;/span&gt;, for keeping Finn up too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-438203962389161223?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/438203962389161223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/petes-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/438203962389161223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/438203962389161223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/petes-star.html' title='Pete&apos;s A Star'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5780110044858237406</id><published>2011-10-19T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:21:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I am still here...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I just haven't felt much like been jovial, and a barrel of laughs. Because I keep wondering about poor Morris, and praying? ...hoping, he's happy. It makes me cry just thinking of him, and I only had him a month. (I did take him for 120 walks in that time though!!) So his behaviour had become &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;predictable&lt;/span&gt;, and it kinda defeated the reason for getting him. So the kids could get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;. Because it just wasn't wise to let the kids deal with dog fights! We are getting another, but one without any history, this time. Which I know will be a pain because we will have to train it etc. But I'd rather that than go through a similar heart break. We've decided on a whippet, so it's still small enough to pick up and take in the car. (plus the kids loved Robbie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much) And it just suits, 4 walks a day, but quick blasts chasing a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycle Nation in Sheffield, brought Kev and Bridgette Hickman, up to Sheffield. And I'm delighted, that they supported me by hanging on, an extra day for 'The Launch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing group I am involved in, who have all experienced Coma, or severe head injury. Produced a 'Book' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so it was more like a book-let. But it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; more than a Leaflet, which my little girl had called it!! In it were 6 stories, all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;writen&lt;/span&gt; by a group member. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; was deep, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt; apart from mine which, was a bit pink and fluffy. If you want one, contact me via &lt;a href="mailto:cardouglas10@hotmail.com"&gt;cardouglas10@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; cost is £3.50 including P&amp;amp;P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening began early for me, because I'd arrived there early with Matt to help set up, and meet Miriam for a.......small drink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to see folk arriving, and Wow so many really important bods. In the world of Health and Neurology. And Cycling, well important to me anyway!! Fred, Dave, David, Steve M, Pam and her husband, Kev and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bridgette&lt;/span&gt;, Nigel West, Miriam. Hannah, Nicky, Ruby. And then there was the Consultants within the field of Neurology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quaffed wine as I listened intently to the others, then it was my turn, I made some lame (no pun intended) attempt at humour, because I had felt it was a bit too serious. (I know it's a serious subject..but) Folk laughed politely as I tried to squash my boobs back in my dress!! I looked like ' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Barbra&lt;/span&gt; Windsor' All small and Dumpy, with a dress that was too small. But I didn't care I was on a bit of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;drunken&lt;/span&gt; roll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I maybe shouldn't have a favourite story..but.. I think the first one called Blue &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Polystyrene&lt;/span&gt; Shoes, by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; was the most descriptive about the awakening from Coma. So there fore the most relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a drink after with a few folk, got absolutely wasted!! I can't say no its the 21 year old in me!! Fell asleep in my curry. Fred got me a taxi, and Lawrence jumped in, (i dropped him off) Next thing I knew, it was 4 am. I was scantily clad on the settee. But I still had my shoes on!! I hadn't made it upstairs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5780110044858237406?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5780110044858237406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-i-am-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5780110044858237406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5780110044858237406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-i-am-still-here.html' title='Hello, I am still here...'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5784873413407585784</id><published>2011-10-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T07:51:30.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Decision.....Wrong dog :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTlXu8adkMc/Tpmd1GMgh0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/SUS_7orIh5U/s1600/morris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663731541916813122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTlXu8adkMc/Tpmd1GMgh0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/SUS_7orIh5U/s400/morris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dGzZ3BqQ4k/Tpmb5H9TsBI/AAAAAAAAANw/5yM5v9Iz1yE/s1600/photo0098_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663729412086149138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dGzZ3BqQ4k/Tpmb5H9TsBI/AAAAAAAAANw/5yM5v9Iz1yE/s400/photo0098_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't write for the keys and screen are blurred. I wish he was as lovely with other dogs, things would have been differen't. But I aint physically strong enough to seperate him, and he will only let go when he feels like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But 5 weeks, and 175 walks later, I just don't/didn't trust him. I have let this young couple who said they would look after him because they had trained Border Collies?? I have given them a list of phone numbers including mine, and Thornbury Animal Sanctuary, as they said they would retrain him, but were just too full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really know I've passed on the problem, I just really thought he would be better if he had another chance before he went to Thornbury, which is where I have a feeling he will end up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am grateful for the Mornings we had on the Park, and the lovely sunsets too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although Robbie (my friends dog, we looked after) isn't for sale, we definately want another. But one without a history this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi to everyone in Sheffield for the conference, I hope to see some of you on Monday Evening too, at The Launch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad post....even sadder day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5784873413407585784?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5784873413407585784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/right-decisionwrong-dog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5784873413407585784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5784873413407585784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/right-decisionwrong-dog.html' title='Right Decision.....Wrong dog :('/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UTlXu8adkMc/Tpmd1GMgh0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/SUS_7orIh5U/s72-c/morris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4592589671727713113</id><published>2011-10-14T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T01:51:26.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsbrough......so busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm too tired, to go into massive detail, but I'll probably end up doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pleased that Steven, the Guy with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cerebral&lt;/span&gt; Palsy had returned, because I reckon he's maybe 25-30 (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; possibly way out) and maybe he needs some stimulus, and to be able to achieve self propelled movement. Not for mobility, because he uses his electric wheelchair, but for self esteem and pride (am I revealing inner feelings that I had?) He was supported by his Carer and his Physio. It took 5 of us, to get him comfortable and safe on an Upright Tricycle (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMX&lt;/span&gt;) which had big paddle, looking rests for his feet, so they could be strapped safely to the pedals. What an ace feeling it was watching him move. :) I think by the end of his session, he was tired, and excited at what he could eventually achieve. He does live in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barnsley&lt;/span&gt; though, and I believe there is a new Inclusive Cycling there, so he may check that out. But either way, I reckon, we gave him a day to remember. (i told you I'd go on.....~) Folk like him make it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt; and Dave and Sonia, were having fun on the other half of the court. And Singing Sean, was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tonning&lt;/span&gt; it around the park, with his carer, desperately trying to keep up. (the tandem, that was promised to Nigel West, would be ideal for Sean and a Carer) We kept yelling at him to slow down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days arrived, and were soon cycling around the park, on the 2 Velor Plus' that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue and Sue, arrived, having been recommended by the lovely Miriam from Zest. No wonder I split myself in 2 sometimes, to help out at Zest, because it's nice to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all assembled in the cabin for drinks at 12. Did I say Steve &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marsden&lt;/span&gt;, had arrived to see us being busy, which is nice. (i think last time he came, I just made drinks at ate CAKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue and Richard, Marcel, Russel and some more from the Well being group, had arrived. We were running out of chairs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to just make it boringly factual without any injection of my usual wit and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panache&lt;/span&gt;. (I think I've got wit and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panache&lt;/span&gt;, others beg to differ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just off to do a Reading at the University, and straight onto Zest, with my Trike. (A favour for Miriam really)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4592589671727713113?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4592589671727713113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/hillsbroughso-busy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4592589671727713113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4592589671727713113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/hillsbroughso-busy.html' title='Hillsbrough......so busy'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-1110482912370453498</id><published>2011-10-12T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:19:15.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot to mention this</title><content type='html'>There is a 'meet' on the 27&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October, for some 'Off Road Inclusive Cycling' at Hicks Lodge in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Leceister&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Derbyshire&lt;/span&gt;? I'm not sure who to contact other than Cycling Projects and Bike Club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, let me think what have I been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt;? I was asked to attend a meeting at SS in Sheffield. And I have to say they were very Politically &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Correct&lt;/span&gt;, when I asked them which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;catogeraphy&lt;/span&gt; they put the brain injured folk? Their reply was a lot come under physical, and all come under cognitive. Oh and the main theme of the meet was actively only promote, those Services which used Co production. And their was talk of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;publicity&lt;/span&gt; drives for business' that want to effectively use Co Production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and thought about it, and a more successful Partnership than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; and Myself it would be hard to find. So maybe that will lead to some publicity, although at the moment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, doesn't charge for any cycle training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday, began as every morning does at the moment with me and my son taking Morris on the Park at 645am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obliging&lt;/span&gt; and nice I am? (not like that....enough ;) Well it was the first time I'd met 'Headway' since they didn't show for their Cycling Session at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, and they obviously didn't realise? that we were expecting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'one&lt;/span&gt;, or at least a phone call, to say that lots of young people, didn't want to learn a way of using personal mobility to get about? When I asked what happened on the 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Sept, the reply was they couldn't force members to cycle!! They might possibly use a story opposite to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wellbeing&lt;/span&gt; story about 'The Bench' with Cycle Trainers........Stop !! I might get prosecuted for slander!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-1110482912370453498?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/1110482912370453498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-forgot-to-mention-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1110482912370453498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/1110482912370453498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-forgot-to-mention-this.html' title='I forgot to mention this'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-5537167869981790031</id><published>2011-10-09T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:02:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Sunday!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; Friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a relative lie in this morning until 7 (lucky me!!) There's no glorious pics of sunrise, it was a gloomy drizzle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowt exciting, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in fact&lt;/span&gt; I feel a bit silly now, for even signing in. I Did cycle to the bus stop, and I Did cycle home. After paying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extortionate&lt;/span&gt; amounts of money for a taxi, because I got totally bloody stranded when I arrived in town, only to find out the buses were stopping due to some fun run??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a meeting tomorrow, to discuss, tokens/expenses/Hillsborough/Record Of Involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakey wakey, I'm going now :) night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-5537167869981790031?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/5537167869981790031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-sunday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5537167869981790031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/5537167869981790031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-sunday.html' title='Today is Sunday!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2067677657779428663</id><published>2011-10-08T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T08:09:53.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCDMuOlfgAg/TpBRnRoH-YI/AAAAAAAAANc/0CJo56EFJYs/s1600/photo0093_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661114466793159042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCDMuOlfgAg/TpBRnRoH-YI/AAAAAAAAANc/0CJo56EFJYs/s400/photo0093_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a happy person honestly :) most of the time!! Hey I've just remembered, I got up at 530 and took Morris out, and saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spoke to a few important folk, everyone does seem to be on a downer, which is effecting me a little, just because I grasp happiness in my hands like sand, and I can feel it escaping through my fingers, as every person or idea I seem to run to with enthusiasm, is saying NO. However I do have a plan, and you know what I'm like I'm bursting to say.....but not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Fantastic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brockwood&lt;/span&gt; today :) I do like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brockwood&lt;/span&gt;. But today was difficult. I honestly didn't know what to say, when I was hearing stories of people who had aged or had learning difficulties. Who were faced with having to move care homes because their budget &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; reach the required amount. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eeek&lt;/span&gt; that was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;toughie&lt;/span&gt;!! I don't know the answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I could say was how it was for me, and tell them who might know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did the normal thing, and started to tell the story of my life post 27/06/88, and that black couple of years when I first claimed my Benefits and my husband left. And how much it had changed since I discovered cycling.And all the things that had led me to do, and the fascinating folk I had met along the way. That day the day had taken a different format, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt; folk just asking questions. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; for a drink and this student came up and said 'I think I know you! we started work together at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Middlewood&lt;/span&gt; Hospital, I recognised her now!! She went on to say how she'd read the front page of The Star ' the night of my accident. And cried!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;, bless her she was all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;watery&lt;/span&gt; eyed as she said. And I started crying then!! Everyone in the class got the drift, and we all went a bit mushy about one another. Hey, and she owns a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tandem&lt;/span&gt;!! so we're gonna meet in the Park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sold some more books!! and advertised October the 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite not seeing eye to eye with my wee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gir&lt;/span&gt;.....sorry 19 year old. In her head that is!!!! We went to The Spit for Fishy Friday. And do you know, I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; drunk, I haven't done that for ages, I fell over in the kitchen, on my return having cycled!! (on the safest mode of transport!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt; What Else? Oh I've been asked if I'll be on the board for this fantastic company, who are offering services. It doesn't appear there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owt&lt;/span&gt; in it for me, but I do love the guys who have started the business, it's called &lt;a href="mailto:Accesssocialcare@hotmail.co.uk"&gt;Accesssocialcare@hotmail.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2067677657779428663?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2067677657779428663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2067677657779428663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2067677657779428663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/tears.html' title='Tears!!'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCDMuOlfgAg/TpBRnRoH-YI/AAAAAAAAANc/0CJo56EFJYs/s72-c/photo0093_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3273907671227357541</id><published>2011-10-06T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T13:57:11.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie :)</title><content type='html'>Fortunately Nick took the batten off me, with regard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nhs&lt;/span&gt; delegates visiting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;, to discuss raising funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven came today for the first time after his Social Worker had recommenced it (i must find out who she is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence returned :)but I'm not sure whether he joined &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt; or Cycling For All, because he was there at 10 and looking comfy, when I left at 2. As was Sean, he is a usual for lunch now, along with his carer. He makes me smile, singing in an operatic voice, how I sounded like a 'Green Bird'??? What's a green bird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel got out his spam collection again!! much to the amusement of everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope John &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Boileau&lt;/span&gt; gets in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zest want to quote me !!!! So I agreed, as long as they put in about Cycling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wheels For &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wellbeing&lt;/span&gt; are starting up a new website, called Disability Cycling. Since when has Cycling ever been Disabling? I will still try and support it though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sold 26 copies of Headlines, but unfortunately, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urm&lt;/span&gt;.... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ha vent&lt;/span&gt; kept the money!! but I did find most of it. Matt dropped me off another 10 today, because I'm off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brokwood&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called to see my Mum, who slept, and then cycled back in the most torrential rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3273907671227357541?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3273907671227357541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3273907671227357541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3273907671227357541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/quickie.html' title='Quickie :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4839594753368796675</id><published>2011-10-04T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:09:50.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NHS Delegates</title><content type='html'>Today, I was one of a team of guest speakers, from Altogether Better, at a lunchtime meet in Bradford, to GPs and Project Managers, within the Health Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi if I spoke to you today, you were all fantastic, and gave us such a warm reception. I was really touched :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how exciting I've got real interest in funding for Hillsborough in March, not just for me either. So I'm really excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely friend Pete had to call and let Morris out, and Richard 'touched up' the fence :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold another 20 publications ....(leaflets :D no they are a bit thicker) But I refused to sign them!! even though I was asked 3 times!! We had tears again! but folk did say, it was because my story was so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4839594753368796675?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4839594753368796675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/nhs-delegates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4839594753368796675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4839594753368796675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/nhs-delegates.html' title='NHS Delegates'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-6372378671716221250</id><published>2011-10-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:31:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 ingredients for happiness</title><content type='html'>You know like the Government, and Health Organisations recommend 5 pieces of fruit or veg a day. Well remember I met &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; Marks last week? I thought I'd just follow it up with an insight into what he's on about. I do hope he gets in touch and wants to use me as an example. I supposed I should be a little hurt, by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'one&lt;/span&gt; wanting to use me, because in their eyes I am the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;epitome&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;society's&lt;/span&gt; image of a woman whose got every reason to be very sad!! But because on a daily basis i practise 5 of the following things, I'm not. I happen to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;1) CONNECT: I exchange meaningful feelings, of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;2)BE ACTIVE: I cycle, most days, and exercise my dog, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;, twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;3))TAKE NOTICE: I am alert(most of the time) taking notice of bulletins, conversations.&lt;br /&gt;4) KEEP LEARNING: I need too ;)&lt;br /&gt;5) GIVE: If you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; got a lot of cash, give time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did recognise that I had a sense of humour!! Which until 5years ago I wasn't really confident enough to share with strangers. I know it's hard to believe!! Me!! who readily discuss' my 'Cycle'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-6372378671716221250?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/6372378671716221250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-ingredients-for-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6372378671716221250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/6372378671716221250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/5-ingredients-for-happiness.html' title='5 ingredients for happiness'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-8597226249584002770</id><published>2011-10-01T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T04:36:30.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Frost</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; nice computer guy , the one who only accepts cash;) if you get my drift. Rang me up this afternoon.And as it was, totally out of the blue. And asked if me and my kids, would like to go in 'his box' - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OOooo&lt;/span&gt; er, (but it wasn't that) at the Sheffield &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt; match against Hull Sting Rays, playing ice hockey that evening. We met some sound folk in his Box ;) and my kids loved it. So Thank you John, even though you admitted after, I was kinda bottom of your list!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgot, the day was so hot for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flippen&lt;/span&gt; October!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day had began at 630, I do love my morning stroll, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got to admit though I did hang back until it got light about 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sped off to see my Mum at about 10, I did get there without incident, but as I reached my Nemesis, where I cheat and go round the corner on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; pavement. A pedestrian from the other side of the road yelled, pull in love, there's a queue of traffic behind ya!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt;, I did, but only when I would have done anyway!! and yep...15cars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my Story, to read to Mum, because It was about Dad, and his beloved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ecclesall&lt;/span&gt; Woods. With a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subliminal&lt;/span&gt; message about cycling :D (you know the kind, if you read it backwards at midnight, the soles of your feet will develop cleats, or you will sign away your soul to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CTC&lt;/span&gt;) . But alas, she fell asleep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-8597226249584002770?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/8597226249584002770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/john-frost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8597226249584002770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/8597226249584002770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/10/john-frost.html' title='John Frost'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-4765835299035057968</id><published>2011-09-29T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T11:45:53.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsborough</title><content type='html'>I was a bit tired, but to be honest I usually feel so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;invigorated&lt;/span&gt;. So I arrived there, and was really pleased to see Dave back and Simone, no one had dropped out of the small (5) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt; group which was nice. I'm really pleased that folk from all the groups that attend, aren't shy about asking me for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owt&lt;/span&gt;, you know, it's just nice to belong to everyone. I caught up with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CFH&lt;/span&gt;, who were cycling randomly around bollards, and laughing and chatting. Meanwhile Sean had arrived with his carer, and he seems to stop longer each week, (he brought his lunch) Natalie arrived with Darren, they both use &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KMXs&lt;/span&gt; and look after themselves. The mental Health group started arriving gradually, I just had to make sure that I hadn't upset anyone last week, at the nominations. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; Ellie appeared, I haven't seen her for a while, so 'Hi Ellie, it was nice to chat' she lives not too far away, and says she could make it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Millhouses&lt;/span&gt; Park, so I gave her my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moby&lt;/span&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick took, Happy Home? around on the velor Plus, there are 2 wheelchair cyclists who come each week., and need to take it in turns.&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgot to mention, my fave group Autism Plus arrived, they are mostly big men, who don't walk very easily and never run. And they get so much out of just being able to race around the courts on their chosen cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Miriam arrived, but not for me, she was taking s'one bowling. It was such a scorching day!!&lt;br /&gt;I do love the community at Hillsborough Park.&lt;br /&gt;Dave Santa, had to buy me lunch because like a 'Dolls Ed' I'd forgotten my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home, having left Morris for 5hours, which is quite long, (although he did go for a walk at 7) and bless him, he was so excited, when I walked in the kitchen, he weed on my foot!! He couldn't cry, wag his tail and kiss me.........so he got in a state and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wazed&lt;/span&gt; on my foot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-4765835299035057968?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/4765835299035057968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/hilslsborough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4765835299035057968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/4765835299035057968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/hilslsborough.html' title='Hillsborough'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2682333574755930985</id><published>2011-09-29T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:02:22.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nic Marks :)</title><content type='html'>The Well being event yesterday, hosted by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHSC&lt;/span&gt; was brilliant, it was full of such interesting folk. The day began with Nigel West collecting me, and poor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nige&lt;/span&gt;, I do take his friendship for granted at times, because he is an important person. And he does see me and my family, including the new addition, warts and all. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;In fact&lt;/span&gt; Morris was the reason, he called!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quick revision, of what was expected, before we arrived, and we arranged for me to keep it, fairly simple (don't laugh!!) and he would follow on, with an appeal for funding for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt; maybe? and a reminder, that on the 17&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of October, they could hear me again. At the book launch. I wish I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;techy&lt;/span&gt;...and could advertise the Cap book which costs £3 plus P&amp;amp;P.....Bargain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bugger, I started to network and mingle once there, and bumped into the very lovely, Jeanette Thompson, Director of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sheffield's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SDS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt; I hadn't included them in my story. And I do try and mention folk. But I consciously didn't want it to become a long list of Folk. Because it would dilute the importance of me Cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shown to my seat which was next to the funniest awe inspiring guy I've met in a while, his name was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; Marks. Apparently folk in the room were pleased, about this?? not too sure why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically billed as been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nics&lt;/span&gt; 'Gig' and he had a huge stage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescience&lt;/span&gt;, the room was transfixed by his interesting theories on 'Happiness' and how we judge happiness. Google him, he's worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I congratulated him and told him to clap for me when it was my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tsuchiya&lt;/span&gt; was next, I would find her psychology lectures really interesting. I could procrastinate about them for hours, and possibly get into a lot of (the child in me, wants to say...Mass debates) but I'm grown up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read my bit, and sat listening to the silence again, I glanced up at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;....still silence. But on cue, and thankfully everyone laughed at the punch line!! phew....I hope I made folk realise just how immense the whole experience of being a Health Champion, has been for me. I returned to my seat, Nigel gave me the thumbs up and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; said all the right things. And that I was a fantastic example of the 5 ways to Happiness, and would I be a case study in his book? Of course I'd love that, but no one has taught me ......I'm just me!! But it is the ethos, that the Health Champions work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so impressed that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;, now take mobility scooters, I still don't think I will take Ziggy on, but maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2682333574755930985?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2682333574755930985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/nic-marks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2682333574755930985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2682333574755930985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/nic-marks.html' title='Nic Marks :)'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-2444163470385016964</id><published>2011-09-27T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T12:46:58.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuodos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;S'times&lt;/span&gt; I'm glad that I let my mouth engage before my brain (damaged though it is!!) Because my words yesterday at the PCT awards seem to have gone down well. I just hope more than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owt&lt;/span&gt; that I didn't offend anyone with a Learning Difficulty, or Mental Illness. That really wasn't my intention. Anyway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and I received a fair few comments of support, for our observations yesterday. Which was nice because, I have to be honest when I first raised my hand for the microphone, yesterday, I thought Shit....I might be hated, for rocking the apple cart here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Matt today to get a few copies of Head Lines, and have a coffee. Apparently I was supposed to meet Lawrence, who text me at 11, but he never replied to my proposal, so I'm not telepathic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway bad day!!! It wasn't my day!!! Dear Pat wasn't driving the bus, it was Marion? . To cut lots of long stories short, I fell off the bus, whilst getting all my bags on. And no one was hurt, well I did cut my hand a bit :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found out who really cares, and who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete was round helping me with the tea, and I tripped over &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'thing&lt;/span&gt; that I didn't see because I can't look down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless, and crap aren't I at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry, even more all the time at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, should be interesting, I think it's my last ditch attempt at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; securing funding (long term) for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hillsborough&lt;/span&gt;. I'm doing a reading for council &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; 3rd sector Projects and the Pct. It is a massive occasion, and a wee bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ni gels&lt;/span&gt; picking me up at 12. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-2444163470385016964?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/2444163470385016964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/kuodos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2444163470385016964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/2444163470385016964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/kuodos.html' title='Kuodos'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608892058699336371.post-3688712956885246200</id><published>2011-09-27T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T01:36:00.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday 26th of Sept.</title><content type='html'>Today I was invited to the Awards of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Excellence&lt;/span&gt; by the regions Pct, where along with other Survivors of Brain Injury, we were nominated for an award for our work with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BIRRP&lt;/span&gt;. Brain Injury &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Rehabilitation&lt;/span&gt; Research Partnership, (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you're wondering!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with a mix up, with the taxis!! - I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and arrived on time to meet Mark Parker (Centre Manager) having left poor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, cursing everyone, and standing on the pavement in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great there because, they had the usual 'Market Stall' type thing , with different exhibitions. And they were mostly to do with Mental Health Issues and Therapies. So I had met a few folk through my Cycling and the Well being factor that that gives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once seated &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; said, '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; forget to act &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when we win!!' To which I replied, I will be absolutely stunned and a bit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; if we do. I didn't think we deserved to win for maybe 3hrs work a month!! I think the group were very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at this. But sorry folks!! I wasn't wrong a voluntary group which met weekly, and were looking at setting up a Help line won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end the Executive Board was open for questions, so.......I took the bull by the horns, and asked why Brain Injury Survivors, weren't mentioned in the list of interested parties? Because I really didn't think I fitted into The Learning Difficulty box or the Mental Health box? but they obviously did!! So ?? And I was as nice as I always am! apologising for my feelings and all that usual stuff :) They stumbled with an answer, don't ask me what it was it was so kind of vague....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; was obviously &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incensed&lt;/span&gt; by it, because he snatched the microphone. And continued words among a similar theme. So having made our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; known, I don't think anyone attending will get my brain injury mixed up with mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just off to meet Matt, to collect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;, more &lt;em&gt;Head-lines books for tomorrow. And I know like an arse I can't turn the italics off. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ughhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5608892058699336371-3688712956885246200?l=iaintnotomato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/feeds/3688712956885246200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-26th-of-sept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3688712956885246200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5608892058699336371/posts/default/3688712956885246200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaintnotomato.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-26th-of-sept.html' title='Monday 26th of Sept.'/><author><name>Doesn't Sweat Much For A Fat Lass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13936367400663363815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ZG_yJf9QYA/SqvG9Z3UO9I/AAAAAAAAABA/F_I5DU474JQ/S220/PortB2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
