Had hard but productive week, although I don’t know why I say that because the last 1200 weeks have been bloody hard! I think it’s because I’ve just had a small victory; I spoke to my local council this week about getting a new bin on the huge big field near our house.
I explained it was really annoying when you have had a stroke and you walk slowly and half way round your dog has one mighty big crap and you’ve gotta walk a mile to the nearest bin. And the bag stinks! I said, “I can bring bags to the park but I can’t bring a bin”!!! The lady I spoke to said she totally understood and would apply to the council, so I thanked her and off I went. Anyway this week it’s been APPROVED! I can’t believe I’m actually excited about that!!! I must be getting old; next I’ll be shaking a stick at people outside my house shouting “Get off my land!!!!”
It’s an airport day today: Mum and Ted flying out, Dad and Noi flying in from Thailand (Mum timed that well, ey? Haha) Wonder if my dad will notice a change in me? The trouble with strokes, you never see the change yourself but others do!!
One thing is I’m picking him up (driving) – that’s a biggy!! I forget just how much has change in a year – wonder what I’ll be like next year?
Probably bald and shaking a stick!!
GET OFF MY LAND!!!