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!
On Friday, K had to be escorted down to the Adult Education Centre to begin her new course in Yoga. Yoga! As if she’s not laid back and relaxed enough! It really ought to be me beginning Yoga class seeing as I am the uptight one out of this duo! As it turned out, I very nearly needed more than Yoga, I nearly needed some smelling salts to help my recovery from shock! The reason? We had to use the bus before 9.30am and therefore we had to pay some bus fare.