Hello, dear readers
It’s always best when things are fresh in the memory, especially when you have a memory like mine.
It means that details don’t get blurred or distorted by the passage of time. It means minor inconveniences don’t get blown up into full-blown soap operas, complete with a supporting cast of washed up light entertainers and returning characters best remembered from around thirty years ago.
Which is lucky, really.
The blog of a long term wheelchair user. Life! Disability! Multiple Sclerosis! Other Stuff!
Wednesday, 25 February 2026
Wednesday, 18 February 2026
Taxi For Rankin!
Hello, dear readers
So, you might remember I mentioned a Valentine’s day meal, yeah?
Well, that happened, and jolly nice it was too. Getting to our prearranged venue and back, though, well that … was less nice.
I’ll explain.
Wednesday, 11 February 2026
The Lurgy
Hello, dear readers,
All in all, it’d been a bit of a rough week. Not all bad. Not by any means, but it’s fair to say I’ve had better.
And it all started just twenty-four hours after posting this blog!
Wednesday, 4 February 2026
The Checklist
Hello, dear readers,
And welcome to party central!
And welcome to party central!
Because my wúnderwifey Tina is being swept away by her sister, Jen, to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show; a late Xmas present I hope they both enjoy thoroughly.
And of course, while the cat’s away…
Not that this particular mouse plans to get too wild. No, at the grand old age of 51, I think my wildest days are firmly behind me. Tonight’s debauchery will probably involve a film with plenty of fight scenes and car chases (plus a distinct lack of singing), a take-out, and a scoop or two of bourbon.
But that’s tonight, and before we get there we have the small matter of personal accountability to ponder.
And of course, while the cat’s away…
Not that this particular mouse plans to get too wild. No, at the grand old age of 51, I think my wildest days are firmly behind me. Tonight’s debauchery will probably involve a film with plenty of fight scenes and car chases (plus a distinct lack of singing), a take-out, and a scoop or two of bourbon.
But that’s tonight, and before we get there we have the small matter of personal accountability to ponder.
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