Saturday shopping spree.

Today we went on a shopping trip. To buy youngest son his Christmas present to be exact. We didn’t need or intend to buy anything for ourselves. Just simply meet up with son in Huddersfield, then onto Carphone Warehouse to buy the mobile that he had asked for. Sounds pretty simple doesn’t it? Son was working this morning, so we had arranged to meet up outside Burger King at 11.30am as someone was giving him a lift into Huddersfield.  The jaunt began well with me exiting the flat door complete with coat, bag, purse and no shoes on, just in my stocking feet. (foretaste of things to come, or just me going gaga?)

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Ha ha Halloween!

It’s that time of year again. How soon it all seems to come round!  When a young (well thirtyish) Down’s Syndrome woman’s thoughts turn to creating as much merriment and laughter as she can possibly muster up as she samples the many wares on offer in her local Tesco’s. Not concerned with the strange looks given by passing shoppers or the screams of fright from terrified toddlers, she continues every year, year in and year out, churning out the  same old jokes as her mother sighs and thinks to herself, Oh no! It’s not that time of year again is it!

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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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Jabbing Time.

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On Friday, we went down to the doctors for our annual combined flu and swine flu jab.  In hindsight, maybe I should have mentioned to the nurse who administered my jab that I was feeling ‘under the weather’ with a sore throat.  As usual I kept Mum.  K had hers done first.  She always gets in a bit of a state over it and then afterwards always says “Oh that was nothing!”  Every year.  The nurses always find her hilarious.  Later that day, I began to feel ‘off’.  One minute I felt cold, the next minute hot.

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Shoes, Sharks and Stowell’s.

Our last day on holiday was to be K’s choice of venue. Sea Life at Scarborough. Again, another glorious sunny day despite the promise from the weather forecasters of rain later on. We caught the same bus outside the camp at 9.30am and arrived in Scarborough at roughly 9.45am.  A brisk walk down the busy shopping streets followed by the  steps down to the sea front. I did toy with the idea of catching one of the open topped tour buses to take us to Sea Life which is positioned right at the end of the North Bay, but as the weather was so warm I decided we would walk there. Big mistake!

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Soaking Sunday.

Braved the rain in the morning (had to, K was panicking about the food situation and the fact that she had nothing for packed lunch on Tuesday) so we set off during a slight lull in the downpour. Still ended up wet through though. After dinner, I caught up with the recordings I had made on my new PVR and generally slouched around the place.  As soon as we have packed the shopping away, K is back in her pyjamas before you can say ‘Jack Robinson’ so she was slouching around as well. In fact, she had a sleep after dinner. (Hmm. I must remember to get her thyroid checked at the doctors.) She does seem to do a lot of sleeping these days.

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Sunshine Saturday.

After being left on my own following K’s departure for a shopping spree with her Dad, I decided not to waste the first day of summer sunshine we have experienced since June and go on a walk. A photo shoot walk. After all, when better to take one’s camera with you than when the sun is shining and all the colours look so bright and shiny?  Besides which, being in the sun makes me feel so much better about the world. I feel happier, sunnier, warmer, brighter and far more able to cope with the trials and tribulations that life has a tendency to throw at you now and again. Setting off by walking through the cemetery might not at first appear such a bright idea seeing as I will no doubt be permanently housed there at some point in the near future, but it is a shortcut to where I had decided to begin my walk, and strangely enough was fairly busy this morning full of other people deciding to do exactly the same thing.

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It’s wear and tear.

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Woke up this morning and could hardly walk. I must have twisted my knee yesterday though I don’t remember doing so. We walked down to do our shopping as usual, and it definitely didn’t do the twisted knee any good doing so.  The  shopping trip  proved to be a real pain as I spent the entire merry-go-round clinging to the trolley limping along like Hopalong Cassidy. My face must have looked  a picture judging by the looks from other shoppers.  Didn’t stop them walking in front of me to reach an item from a shelf though, limping along  or not.

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