Wrong on that one Tracy, Baked Beans of the 57 variety are more than acceptable food stuff.
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Hurry up, we are waiting for your contribution.
7 quid a nail??? OMG I am in shock
Dolly, you are in. Lol
and why do the bins always have foot pedals to open the lids?
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Flies that keep buzzing around your head or food when there are doors and windows open and waiting for them to find the great outdoors!
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Arrrr, Charlie, but I donāt do it, I supervise, I am the foreman/woman
Oh no it isnāt!!
That is a thing I bring up again and again. Why foot pedals? If I had feet that would do as theyāre told, I might be able to walk!!
And hospitals are the worst. Theyāre all about infection control and yet to use a bin in a disabled loo you have to use your hand.
Bah!!
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Do you know what, the only place that I know caters for us is Llandudno!! they seem to be more than accommodating!! Iām sure there are other places in the UK but I am yet to find them. They have it down to an art. I know Iām showing my age, but I never worry about getting about there. Hotels love us lot. I can manage some walking, with aids, but they canāt do enough. So, I know Iām bias, but bloody hell, we are looked after. Besides they have Cymru Venue, loads of music, shows, etc. Ace place!!! Yep, rhyming was intentional 
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[/quote] Once went on a Sunday School trip to Llandudno
Dislike people that judge others without knowing details, or facts first :-/
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Dollydaydream, you hit the nail on the head with ironing. What a collosal waste of time. I would only bother for weddings or funerals or job interviews.
but i always was a lazy so and so , however now it can be justified
mick
A man!!! Ironing!!! Respect Mr Mick
donāt get carried away Tracey, I have only been to 1 funeral in the last 5 years & for that I bought a shirt. As for weddings and interviews, it must be 10 years or more. So my ironing is not that practised.
M
PS my amazing Mrs Mogace is not much of an ironer either, part of our compatibility I reckon.
a couple of slam dunks for room 101
#1 Gravity, particularly its random fickle nature, when I want things to fall down they invariably go sideways or up or nowhere at all, yet when I dont want stuff (or me) to fall down things often end up heading floorwards.
#2 getting paper towels to tear off sensibly (whilst using 1 hand) They tear in half or not at all or if in cahoots with poxy gravity the roll will burst free from the frame an make a bid for freedom on the floor leaving a trail of extra trip hazzards.
I really must work out a better strategy.
Mick
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i have a new one for room 101. well itās not new to me. itās the pong that emanates from my husbandās socks! opened the laundry basket this morning to end up singing āstink footā. frank zappa has a song for every occasion! āyour stink foot puts a hurt on my nose!ā
Gravity is a bugger and definitely in room 101. Trying to pull up pants, trousers etc which want to hit the floor while Iām wobbling about and inevitably end up sitting down again midway through. Then try again, and again and eventually a feeble āhelp please Mr Sssue, come and pull my pants up and try not to give me a wedgy (again)ā comes out!
Things also just jump out of my hands and hit the floor and itās hard to pick stuff up from a wheelchair with dodgy balance. Brakes have to go on, I lean forward, with crappy hands attempt to pick up the offending item. Then have a problem with where to put whatever it is whilst releasing brakes and moving to kitchen worktop etc. And toast butter side down also has to have the greasy spot removed with kitchen towel!
It happens when Iām laying on my bed too, things hit the floor and have to stay there because itās too damn hard to sit up, reach for dropped āthingā (assuming I can reach the bugger) then pick heavy legs back up and attempt to get comfortable again.
Not to mention the times I have hit the floor with only paramedics able to get me back up again. Obviously were I 5 foot tall and a skinny minnie, Mr Sssue might be able to pick me up. But Iām neither. And heās got a bloody hernia. So if I am subject to sudden gravity (ie fall over), thatās it until paramedics arrive. I am very careful. Iāve not fallen for a long time. Thankfully.
Ba*tard gravity.
Sue
Sue my circumstances are slightly different but I am with you 100%
I know, poxy MS affects us all differently. That should be in room 101 too. The fact that not only the variations of MS ātypesā varies, but our experience of the various symptoms differs too. The other day a person of my acquaintance with PPMS said his arms and legs had been extra crappy for the last 2 days. If that were me, Iād think I either had an infection or that the symptoms were here to stay for months if not forever. So I was a bit worried. He reassured me that āit happens like thatā for him.
And a person with only one working hand has a completely different experience from a person with two rubbish hands that sort of work.
Just like a person with completely crappy legs who basically can hardly stand let alone walk, differs from someone with mostly crappy legs, but ones that will walk a bit.
So our experience of some of roughly the same symptoms can be so varied, itās like we all have our own variation of MS. Or our own ānormalā.
Bloody multiple sclerosis. Honestly, next time Iām picking a different disease. Although pretty much all the autoimmune ones have their own variety of crap. I might just have eczema or an allergy, maybe an allergy to cheese? Or perhaps Iāll keep cheese and MS!
Sue
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ā¦ blinkinā bloody mutha fogginā gravityā¦
I went to chuck a banana skin in the open bin, but oh no , gravity decides to flip polarity and fling the rubbish on the floor, I bend (painfully) to pick up the rubbish and get within a nats winkie of the open bottle of milk, hey presto gravity restores regular polarity and the flippinā milk is everywhere.
I think this gravity sh*te has an agenda and actively dislikes me.
and another thing, my deaf senile cat is also in cahoots with gravity and takes every opportunity to try and trip me up.
Lastly my flippinā bladder can b*gger off to room 101. It waits until I am trying to serve up some dinner and then says āemergency, emergency I need to empty nowā so I stumble to the loo (narrowly avoiding the poxy cat) and when I get there the bladder says ānah only joking - give it another 10 minutesā
Feels like I needed to get that off my chest.
Thanks
Mick
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