I’ve not blogged for a while as I’ve been moving house and crashing the car. In the same week. No injuries though and MW wasn’t in the car at the time. Maybe I’ll explain more in a future post – this post is really meant to keep the blog ticking over.
The new house is an adapted bungalow with the facilities MW needs to live day-to-day. It’s very good and we’re just getting to grips with everything it has to offer.
I now live in a community that has a few residents with disabilities. My immediate neighbour is a man who suffered a stroke and is now reliant on his wife to care for him. He uses an electric wheelchair to get about. He can’t be more than 5 years older than me.
Another neighbour, who’s lived here for 10 years or so, had an accident. I say accident, he was pushed off a bridge onto concrete. He broke just about everything and was in a coma for 9 months. He told me that he’s still determined to walk. He, too, uses an electric wheelchair to transport himself around and I’d say he’s younger than me.
There’s no inspirational motive for this post – no ‘moral to this story’. I merely observe that life’s bastard hard on some people.
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