lucky old me.

firstly my mother went into croydon today( not that thats a treat!), but she works hard all week, then helps me to do things, and others. so she had a few hours to herself. my dad stayed in the garden tending his plants. when i said shall we go out. going out adds a few more difficulties now, i need a seat that can lay back, well i couldnt go in his vw, i couldnt go in the old sports car in the garage because im sure its sorned. so that left the vw camper. mmmmm. was a little apprehensive in case it wouldnt start when we stopped. threw caution to the wind. it was a beautiful day, and i layed in the back of the camper. we drove to crystal palace, however i knew i wouldnt be able to get out even if i had the wheelchair as i cant sit up for long. so sad us, got a tea and sat in the back of the camper, in the car park of crystal p. i said this is the perfect disabled van. i could of fit the w-chair in, i can lay down, and if i need the loo then we have one,(i didnt).

came home, and sat in the garden for a few hours, sunbathing. i didnt feel to tired. i heard someone call my name. my sister had brought their small pony. she bravely drives the horse box, a huge lorry type thingy, and bought the tinest of shetland ponies out. clip, cloping, into the front garden. if i cant get to the pony, the pony shall come to me. such a sweet, well mannered pony. not bigger than an average sized dog. he nayed a few times, munched a few of the flowers, and was soft to touch. ahhhhhhhhhhh