So, how has it been so far ..??
So far it’s been a bit like a bad screen play.
Born in a rural village, not only miles from town but miles from modern too; a muscle wasting condition with an unpronounceable name that is untreatable, incurable and deteriorating all the while; perils of school life, the constant odd-ball and perfect target for bullies; entering the working world and its inherent prejudices to disability at that time; the engagement that ended with a murder trial; crewing on a tall ship just the once, which I then repeated another three times; working for a Baron and handling 'Joe Public' on their holidays; going to music gigs across the UK and in Europe; employed by the Government where the clientele were somewhat mouthy and intimidating; and meeting the weird, the wonderful and the famous on the planet.
And it ain’t over yet.
For the past few years I have been blogging about the mundane and every day that crosses my desk. Since the early foot steps into this 21st Century I have been editing and managing a website about the talented musician Stephen Gibb. Occasionally I will twiddle some yarn into a crocheted item or needle some silks into a piece of cross-stitch. More and more, as muscles, dexterity, strength and energy dwindle I have my nose in a book [well, aimed at a kindle].
Recently I have moved into an Assisted Living Complex and discovered the many organisations designed to help are no help at all.
Underneath it all I'm trying to keep my quirky individualism upper most.
