This morning I was a woman on a mission. Before our performance of Backstage In Biscuit Land at 5pm I needed to find a new set of wheels, my own wheelchair having suffered a catastrophic injury in… read more
I woke feeling strangely tense and have felt the same almost all day. There was no particular reason for it and it made me gloomy and irritable. But this evening something happened that broke this feeling – but it also… read more
Regular readers of this blog will know I need no excuse to write about wheelchairs. When it comes to wheelchairs I’m a woman obsessed, but it’s an obsession with a very valid origin. The right wheelchair gives me autonomy and… read more
Just over a week ago a new toothbrush arrived at the castle. This one didn’t belong to a new support worker – it was for me. And for a variety of reasons (excuses) it’s taken me a while to… read more
I have a seatbelt on my wheelchair. For me it’s essential because my body moves around unpredictably.
I’m having an on-going battle with my belt – it needs tightening all the time because it gets stretched out by some of… read more
It’s been gloriously sunny and this evening Will and I soaked it up as we went from work to a pub in Brixton, with him pushing his bike and me pushing myself in my wheelchair. We were off to meet… read more
A few days ago I mentioned the spooky goings-on in my bathroom. I described how my inflatable bath-lift (which helps me get in and out of the bath) had suddenly started inflating itself in the middle of the night.
This… read more
Carbon fibre may be five times stronger than steel, but it’s no match for tics!
Last night my much-loved wheelchair suffered a shocking break. I was out at a pub for my friend Lottie’s birthday and chatting… read more
In the last couple of weeks I’ve been working on a big funding bid at work for our inclusion project. In the process I’ve looked at a lot of research by some great organisations and it got me thinking about… read more
It’s almost a year since I started getting help with my personal care every morning. Ana’s been my most regular carer since then and I’ve written before about how firmly established our routine has become.
In fact… read more