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Hurrah!
I heard today that I've been granted a blue badge! Don't know when it will arrive, though. I've had to respond with a £2 cheque. Maybe the LA doesn't have problems with their bank processing small cheques, but I'd always understood that it wasn't worth their while paying in cheques for less than a fiver.
I was so surprised! I really thought they'd respond with an "Eff off, you fake!"
At last I shall be able to park near the supermarket, drive myself to the Lit & Phil and park near the Adult Learning Centre or the University. Maybe I'll get out a bit more now. And I shall be able to park right outside Caroline's office, always providing some other selfish disabled person hasn't got there first. It will save me a fortune in taxi fares, too.
I feel almost completely better today, although I cringe at every tiny abdominal twinge. John however doesn't feel good and his bad back is worse. Charles is unchanged. I do wish I could think of something to cheer him up or make him happy.
Today I'm having yet another go at my disorganised filing and untidy bedroom. Where does all this paper come from? It seems as though I get new documents from the cats' insurers every couple of months, and there's a tidal wave of unimportant stuff from banks, insurance companies and catalogues which can't be thrown away but has to be shredded because it has my account details, name and address on. I'm beginning to get overwhelmed with recycling. John wasn't able to do it this week, because of his back and it seems to be filling every corner of the house, and overrunning my bedroom.
Oh well, I'd better push on with it while I can, cos I have to go to Boots later, and then to the pet shop to spend a further small fortune on cat food and litter!
I heard today that I've been granted a blue badge! Don't know when it will arrive, though. I've had to respond with a £2 cheque. Maybe the LA doesn't have problems with their bank processing small cheques, but I'd always understood that it wasn't worth their while paying in cheques for less than a fiver.
I was so surprised! I really thought they'd respond with an "Eff off, you fake!"
At last I shall be able to park near the supermarket, drive myself to the Lit & Phil and park near the Adult Learning Centre or the University. Maybe I'll get out a bit more now. And I shall be able to park right outside Caroline's office, always providing some other selfish disabled person hasn't got there first. It will save me a fortune in taxi fares, too.
I feel almost completely better today, although I cringe at every tiny abdominal twinge. John however doesn't feel good and his bad back is worse. Charles is unchanged. I do wish I could think of something to cheer him up or make him happy.
Today I'm having yet another go at my disorganised filing and untidy bedroom. Where does all this paper come from? It seems as though I get new documents from the cats' insurers every couple of months, and there's a tidal wave of unimportant stuff from banks, insurance companies and catalogues which can't be thrown away but has to be shredded because it has my account details, name and address on. I'm beginning to get overwhelmed with recycling. John wasn't able to do it this week, because of his back and it seems to be filling every corner of the house, and overrunning my bedroom.
Oh well, I'd better push on with it while I can, cos I have to go to Boots later, and then to the pet shop to spend a further small fortune on cat food and litter!
