In search of a cossie.

I’ve been out this morning in search of a new swimming costume. My old one is far too big for me now, and I am determined to go swimming during this years holiday. If you remember last years holiday, the one where we endured a week in a mobile home that was shaking in gale force winds and driving rain,  I had to sit at the side of the pool jealously watching Kerri swimming back and forth in an enticing looking pool that she enjoyed all by herself. (every other camper had obviously been blown away in the gale force winds.)

K has a swim alone

I had to forgo my daily swim because I was on chemo at the time and also giving myself those Clexane injections into my tummy. This time I plan to make up for last years omission and enjoy a swim every morning as soon as the camp pool is open!  I finally chose a cossie with ‘stomach control’ (whatever that means) and of course I’ve had to purchase one for you know who as well despite the fact that her old costume is perfectly presentable and still fits her perfectly. Can’t have anything on my own, can I?

On the journey home and as is usual with the buses that run our particular route, the heat was issuing forth from the heaters but thankfully other passengers had taken the trouble to open all the windows (well, the few that were available to open that is) so we were all spared the humiliation of melting. I did consider being controversial and marching up the aisle to ask the driver if he would break with tradition and turn the heating off, you know, kid himself along that it was still winter, but then I decided that as he looked to be quite a burly surly sort of chap (hand picked for our route obviously) I decided that it was probably wiser to suffer and sweat it out.

I did become concerned though that maybe I didn’t smell too nice when the man who was forced to sit next to me as there was no more room anywhere else, proceeded to sit as far away from me as he possibly could without actually falling off the seat into the aisle, and then later to add insult to injury, as soon as a seat became vacant he dashed to it as if the hounds of hell were after him.  Not only that, but the lady and her husband who were occupying the seats directly in front of me also moved further down the bus as soon as the opportunity presented itself. Hmm. Perhaps I should get into the habit of carting my deodorant around with me on my bus journeys in future!

I did note as I alighted from the bus that the driver was keeping nice and cool in his shirt with sleeves rolled up as far as his bulging biceps would allow.

“Thank you!’ I said as I stepped off the bus, still silently tempted to add ‘and can you turn the heating off please, or will you risk getting the sack?’ but I resisted temptation.  As is usual with all our drivers who are unlucky enough to be allocated our route, he didn’t reply. Not even a grunt. I might have spied a bit of a smirk though.


Off on another spending spree!

Dragged out today on some lame brained pretext that I needed (or the world might end) a new pair of grey trousers from Marks and Spencer’s by my ‘money no object’ daughter, but at least it gives me something to write about. I haven’t been feeling too well following this last chemo session, it has taken me far longer to ‘come round’ and so blogging took a back seat in the list of things to occupy my time. Sorry about that. Anyway, onto the shopping trip. As many will be aware from previous posts, although we are all led to believe that the shopping trip is entirely for my benefit, its strange how it always ends with  K arriving home with more purchases than I.

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Where did yesterday go?

I don’t know what happened yesterday. I spent the whole day in some kind of stupor. Having done our Christmas shopping the night before ( at midnight no less!) in a  vain attempt at trying to avoid the crowds, I could have sworn we had purchased every available item in Yorkshire. Peering in both the fridge and freezer confirmed this, but ‘the boss’ was still insisting that we had ‘this and that’ still to buy. Some kind of sherry I think called something Hall and a packet of crisps she desperately must have to add to the vast amount we’ve already bought. Granted I was very tired. It was 01.05am before we had finished siding all of our midnight purchases and had finally managed to fall into bed.

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Supermarket Rules during Christmas.

In light of the upcoming chaos and mania that will no doubt ensue as we all attempt to do our shopping during the last few weeks before Christmas, I thought it was about time I did a Rules of Supermarket Shopping post.  Feel free to print it out and ask your local supermarket manager to consider enforcing it for the next two weeks or until some semblance of normality returns. Not only will this help to keep us all sane (and alive)  but also hopefully avoid any lost tempers and screaming tantrums.

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Trouble at Tesco’s.

We had a strange sort of shopping trip yesterday, strange because my ex husband had arranged to collect us and take us in the car, and even stranger when we got there and bumped head on into the ‘locked wheelchair’ conundrum, or ‘Where is the key?’ Only thing that I bitterly regretted about the whole saga as it unfurled was that I had unfortunately forgotten to take my camera with me. If I had it on my possession, you would all have been treat to some very funny photos of my ex Mum in Law (although here I have to add I still call her Mum as does half the town) sitting looking very concerned in a disabled child’s trolley! 

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Spendthrift Friday!

Yes everyone, before you all jump to the conclusion that I have finally flipped completely, I am fully aware that today is Sunday and this post is all about Friday, rendering it two days late, but we were away for the entire day yesterday and I couldn’t post about our successful search for a bag and a small trolley suitcase for my upcoming trip up to Scotland, so although it is now two days later here is my tale.

Friday turned out to be another repeat of Thursday weather wise, raining in the morning and then brightening up later. We waited for it to stop raining and the clouds to diminish before we made our way down the cat steps to catch the bus to Huddersfield. We began our search for a ‘crossover’ bag of a decent size in Peters, and then proceeded onto TKMaxx for a look around there. I did find one in TKMAxx that seemed suitable for my rather strange  demanding tastes, but it was as expensive as the previous one in Harveys that I refused to buy for that very reason the day before!

Small trolley suitcase So we continued our search by moving on to British Home Stores but they had nothing at all suitable. They did have a small trolley suitcase though and they were in the sale, so I bought the smallest size. We looked at the ‘bag lady’ in the closed market. Nothing. By this time I was beginning to sag at the seams.  Following a quick dinner in Burger King, we were planning to catch a bus to H and get the expensive one from Harveys (on K’s insistence, I was actually all for giving up and going back home.)

As we were walking up the street, we had to pass Peters again. Something made me decide to enter once more and have another look around. I saw a large black bag with crossover strap on a sale display so we moseyed over to take a closer look. Hmm, this is nice I thought, but why didn’t I notice this bag when we were in the shop previously?  Price? £41.30! Cripes!

My new Jane Shilton bag. Should I insure it?It’s a Jane Shilton bag” the assistant stated as she wrapped up my guilty purchase. That was the explanation given to me when I admitted that I had never spent that sort of money on a bag before. (In fact, my usual bags cost about a £10 at the most!) and of course I  am no handbag designer expert, so I didn’t have a clue who Jane Shilton was. Hmm, I thought to myself, paying that sort of money for a bag, knowing how careful I am would probably result in my not using it at all for fear of some ‘Jane Shilton exclusive’ bag collector was suddenly going to pounce and make off with it!

Armed with my new bag and my new trolley suitcase, we made our way up to Sainsbury’s for K to grab some food (as usual) and finally we made our way to the bus station for the bus home.

I shan’t be able to sleep tonight” I informed my youngest son who visited us that evening. “My conscience won’t let me after spending all that money on a bag!” 

We had an early night following my spending spree in preparation for our day out in Scarborough on Saturday for a World War 2 day at Scarborough Castle, and funnily enough I seem to have lost my conscience because as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep!  Blog about our day out later.


Were Back…’s the end result!

The storm clouds blew over, the blue sky appeared, the sun began to shine so off went the two troubadours to do some shopping. We visited Matalan as stated for my pack of Sloggies, then I enjoyed being whisked into town in J’s open topped new car where I laughed to myself at how ironic it was that two hours ago we had been gazing out of our flat window at the rain bucketing down, and now here we were riding with the roof down in the glorious sun! (mind you I was relegated to the back seat as usual by K, and when J lowered the roof it hit me on the head!)

Three M & S t-shirts She dropped us off outside Marks and Sparks as she was sure they had a sale on. It turned out that they didn’t but I managed to get three t-shirts for £5 each. So, so far we had only made purchases for me! Wow!  Is K slipping up? We paid a visit to the local Tesco’s for something for tomorrows dinner, as needs must come first dear readers and you all know by know what K’s priority is! On exiting Tesco’s we then made our way through the indoor market in search of a bag.

Nothing caught my eye as  all the larger ones did not have long enough straps to enable being worn across , so we continued on up to BonMarche. I noticed a sudden quickness in K’s walking pace. Hmm, what could be afoot? As soon as we entered the shop she made a bee line for the jogging tops and trousers, and when she couldn’t find what she wanted, marched off to ask an assistant for help. She does things like this completely without my assistance. The assistant found her a top and then we found some matching bottoms so whilst she tried those on in the changing rooms, I found her a white top to go with the jogging suit. 

K's purchases, navy blue jogging suit and white t-shirt. She now has another jogging suit to add to her collection. That’s one of each colour. Black, Navy Blue and Fawn. I think that we can all conclude  that K likes these jogging suits! As it was only a short walk up to Harveys from the BonMarche shop, we decided that we would take a quick look in there at the bags just to see if they had any suitable.

Hmm. Well, Harveys is not exactly a cheap shop, and yes, I did see one that was suitable, trouble was the price! £69.00d for a bag!  I mean, I know I am very particular  when it comes to bags, but there is no way would I consider paying that sort of money for a bag!  It was nice though, and of course K stated the usual as she always does when I see something that I would  like but consider it too expensive, “Oh, go on, buy it Mum! My treat! Its your Christmas/birthday/bank holiday Monday/ present!  Go on!  treat yourself!”

It wouldn’t take long for us two to be penniless if I was to take any notice of my daughter!

So that’s it! Some Sloggies for moi plus three Marks and Sparks t-shirts, and another jogging suit for K with a new t-shirt. As for the bag, well, there’s always tomorrow if the sun shines and British Home Stores!

TG Open-mouthed

The best laid plans…….


pouring down!Well the plan was to go down to exercise class, exercise like there’s no tomorrow, then whizz off to out nearest Matalan for some new clothes, and additionally  conduct a search around town for a new bag for me.  This plan has now been thoroughly scuppered by the downpour ensuing outside our window.

Sloggies Quickly glancing at the weather forecast for our area it looks hopeful for this afternoon, so K is grasping onto the hope that this proves correct and we can then participate in her next favourite thing to eating, namely spending money.  In true fashion she insists that the whole expedition is to buy me some new Sloggies and other bits and bats, when of course we all know who will end up with new jeans, new top, new jogging suit ….. 

Now if the weather forecast for later today is correct, we will be moseying off to our nearest Matalan, and I shall return here with the full list for your perusal of our entire purchases. I want all my dear readers to note how many items are actually for me (which is according to K the reason for our shopping trip) and how many are for her.

Hmm, never thought I would thank the rain for saving me money! Open-mouthed


The Quest for a ……….read on!

Despite the fact that it is bitterly cold today , K and I have been out on one of our quests.  What on earth would tempt Technogran to venture out in the freezing cold I hear you all ponder. (or not as the case may be.)

Is it something that she has longed to own? Indeed, is it even for her?  Well actually you might have already guessed which one of us requested today’s shopping venture out in the frozen wastes of Yorkshire, and which one of us was the reluctant member of the party.  With an insistence that we must go today because life could not continue otherwise, K argued that she desperately needed a new towel and a new sweat shirt top to replace the one I recently insisted that she bin, simply because it was falling to bits, yet always seemed to be her chosen ‘item I must wear’ every time we ventured anywhere we really needed to make a good impression on someone. Sigh

Boy, was I glad that I had put my tatty hat on my head when we were stood at the bus stop patiently waiting for the bus to arrive.  We were headed to Bradford Forster square where we prefer to do all our ‘mixed bag’ shopping. Other people obviously had more sense that us, as it was pretty quiet as we made our way to TKMax for a hunt for a replacement  towel.  Of course the home items were upstairs.  Isn’t it always the case that no matter what item you are looking for, its always the furthest away from the entrance?  K ended up choosing a cream coloured bath towel to replace her ‘falling to bits’ yellow one and then we turned our attention to the replacement sweat shirt top by searching the two Sports shops on the Retail Park.

Her old one was a white Reebok make and so she focused her search on trying to find something similar.  Of course there wasn’t a duplicate to be found anywhere as it must be quite a few years since her old one was purchased.  She ended up in typical K fashion with two replacements (her excuse being that the sales were on) a grey one and a black one.   Also in typical K fashion, they weren’t from the women’s department but from the men’s.  (She prefers them baggy)  Trouble is that they then end up far too long in the sleeves for her, as in perfect harmony with her short legs, she has short arms as well.  We parents of Downs Syndrome children and adults are still patiently waiting for a clothes manufacture to make clothes that perfectly fit our offspring! 

Then we decided to do one of our ‘runarounds’ because we hadn’t done one for quite some time.  So we retraced our steps back to Forster Square railway station, and luckily didn’t have long to wait for the Leeds train.  As always Leeds station was very busy, and after making our way through the new ticket gates, K noticed that there were a lot of policemen stood at the side of the gates in a line.  In fact there were lots of them about all over the station. Now if there is one thing about my daughter, its that she is nosey.  She has to know what’s going on and can never be described as ‘backwards at coming forwards’ by any stretch of the imagination!

I knew exactly what she would do.  She went marching up to the tallest policeman in the ‘line up’ and boldly asked him, “What’s going on?”  and as usual got a friendly reply “It’s the football match and that’s why we are all here.” answer to her cheeky query.  Afterwards I bitterly regretted not taking a picture of her stood next to him in the line up as I could have placed all sorts of comical captions underneath such as ‘the long and the short arm of the law’ or ‘ spot the odd one out’ etc, etc.

We had our lunch in K’s favourite restaurant MickyD’s, which has been completely refurbished since our last visit but now lacks a loo. (Notice here dear readers that we seem to be having a bit of a ‘loo’ thread running through my recent posts made so far this year!)  Then K went and bought the tickets for the journey home and then after a visit to the loo, we sauntered to platform 13B for our train and on arriving back in our town, we caught the next bus home.  K is thrilled with her purchases (as she always is) and I have spent the time since trying to thaw out and composing this blog.

Hope it doesn’t bore you all too much!

TG I dont know