R's rue

You must have seen parents on their smartphones when they are meant to be looking after their beloved children. I don't know about you but it really gets my goat. It's as if to say, "Hey, it's great having a child but what is on the internet is much more interesting! Don't bug me kid cos I'm checking out my Facebook page!" Just in case some of these neglectful parents stumble across this grumbly old blog,  I have created a list of reasons why one should not be on a smartphone when escorting or pushing children round and about. There could be many extra reasons:- A wasp might land on your child's face and sting him/her. If you weren't on the phone you would be alert to the unwanted attack Your child might suddenly stiffen up and have his/her very first epileptic fit or nose bleed  but you would miss the start of it being too engrossed in Lady Gaga's Twitter feeds. A cyclist on the road might lose control and come careering onto the footp...

 I’m getting back to myself, but I must be honest. The physical scar at my abdomen, it hurts to look at, which is strange. That scar enhances my quality of life. No life of wheelchairs and painful contractures. I told the doctor I’ve had this pump almost twenty years. I don’t want to imagine life without it. Who knows if I’d have the strength to blog, to travel, to live a life most like me can only fantasize about. It’s not lost on me. I’m also reminded that physical scars are the evidence of their existence. The ones mentally only I know are there. The physical reminder is one that now fuels my desire to address with truth what holds me back. I will get there. I remember anything worthwhile takes time. My mental health is worthwhile something I didn’t believe. I thought as long my body could be dealt with my mental state would magically heal. Pure folly. I now know better.  I’m good at hiding. Gold medal performances that led to torture. I’m listening to this song now about c...

Roger needs a settling in day today.  The household needs one. He has no experience of cars and little of being walked on a lead , so that was our first job this morning after his restful night in his crate in the kitchen with Mary sleeping in the reading chair next to him He hasn’t got a clue with the lead so I left it slack and let Dorothy gallop in front. With her circulating back and running past him, he soon got the idea that walking forward was the plan  and although our progress was stilted, it was a start. He hasn’t eaten much, but that doesn’t concern me as he happily ran off with a toast crust earlier and has spent the rest of his time copying the others when they have run out to the kitchen wall to greet Jo ( without her Great Dane) and Islwyn who had come to collect the old washing machine with his brother Eric Trefor called too, but was too anxious to acknowledge the new guy, he’s got worries about British Telicom  Which I managed to sort out....