Hotel chairs and lawnmowers.

“I’m starting to get excited about the torch passing. I’m thinking of going down tomorrow to join in. I’ll find a wall to stand on,” says Daddy, bringing to mind the moment when he plummeted off that chair in the hotel, and headfirst onto the tea stand.

“Yeah, you and 50,000 kids…” I ventured.
“It’ll be like on the DLR,” he says: “I always get the front seat. They go over like ninpins.”

Well, I missed the torch – unsurprisingly – at this end, laid up as I am with the tail end of flu, and it’s the ME tail-end, which means I feel perfectly ok for a few hours, then suddenly run a mahoosive fever and have the most awful pains, then it stops again. If I take things easy I should be up and about by Friday.

Of course, I mowed the lawn. I can’t think where I get it from.

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Rachel Coldbreath spent 20 years working internationally as a technical specialist on large data collections for law firms, before becoming disabled. She blogs on a variety of topics from the news and politics to gardening and how very annoying it is, being disabled. Habits include drilling holes about 1mm away from where they ought to be, and embarking with great enthusiasm on tasks for which she is neither physically nor intellectually equipped.
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