If you live on your own in a wheelchair, beware of creating onion and carrot bhajis in the kitchen. The mess on the floor will be picked up and left in a trail behind the wheels of the chair. In oder to avoid it being ground into my lounge carpet, the first thing to do this morning was attack the mess with the Dyson. Exhausting. I need a long sit down now.
Secondly, are you ever amazed at what you used to do or are still doing to earn a living? Teaching itself was tiring enough but those long training days, often in places difficult to access? The main venue for me was a nineteenth century mansion called David Salomon’s House. (Tunbridge Wells.). Here’s my account should you wish to read it:
The answer to do I miss working? is, in a word, NO!
I am emphatic abut that, cos when I hear my daughters and others talk about the stress and strains of work, I am not at all envious that I no longer toil for a living.
I have many, many dreams, where I am back at work…always slim and always able to walk. But no-one will speak to me. I am not welcomed. I wonder why? I dont think I was unpopular at work. No, I wasnt, cos I was told so! That I was missed when away and more missed after I`d left.