There are brief and rare moments going FULL WRONG that makes all thing’s about disability anything but wrong.
I have a habit of weight-baring on my walking stick. I’m not the only one, it just goes to show I do need it, but there are times I use it rather forcefully to the great annoyance of some around me.
One lovely day, going off to our early December family Christmas lunch, which was somewhere nice. We girls can’t always get together on the actual day, so we do a nice lunch out.
It was on a Sunday, because it’s when we are all free.
Are you all aware I go off-grid on the weekend? I don’t go out, I don’t put on a bra or shoes. Yes, I have a shower, however, I don’t do PERSON.
So, going to Hellenic Republic in Kew, George Collobini’s great Greek restaurant. Definitely, a bit expensive, but special so it’s the way to go and it’s got my name on it.
But Sunday, HARD to do PERSON. So, walking stick was riding that thing, have hard and noisy.
Mum growled at me ‘Do you have to be so noisy?’
To which I replied ‘I’m sorry, if only I could live without it!’
I’m sure I also told her to ‘Go ye forth and multiply’, but in other words, yes my favourite ones. Starting with my favourite F word ending in “off” and mum laughed.
So proud of my relationship with my mum at times like this.