Oh dear me how will I survive, no model making for a week...we are going to Norfolk to see my eldely mother. I don't think she would appreciate me taking all my kit and not take her out for a ride to places of interest.... 
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phil, enjoy your time with her now, as its all gone way too soon, and you end up wishing you had one more day.
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I totally agree with you since my disability took so much of my career and a lot of my interests I now take one day at a time. Mind you my good mate Matt is picking me up in the morning and taking me on a photographic jolly on the Essex coast.
We are off to Norfolk on Sunday after Collis has finished her shift at the hospital. Let's hope she has an easy day and she doesn't have to find to many additional nursesComment
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Funny how becoming disabled makes you look at life differently.
It also makes you think back to the times when you were able bodied and sat around being too lazy at times.
I was living and working in America when i got the news that my mother had passed on, and i had to fight for a leave of absence, and struggled to get a floght, as 9/11 had just occoured the day before and it was ridiculously hard work to get home. I ended up missing her funeral as well.
Hence why i say enjoy every moment of this fragile life!Comment
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Also when you become old, who me, things change. Slow up physically and mentally.
However there is a bonus that I had not expected. Before getting old I used to use my
life at the speed of sound. Getting everything I wanted to do. Fitting everything in.
Working all hours.
But now I just adjust what I do to how I feel like doing it. I do all the same things but
at walking rate in place of being on the run all the time.
I enjoy it as I see things which I would not have given a mini second too. Just bought myself
this bike, £50, and I enjoy a ride out an hour a day seeing things that I had not taken notice
of before. The joy I get pedalling along taking in the view and greeting people.
Not that I regret one little bit my hectic early life on little bit. That was so enjoyable.
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Oooooh you got it easy.
When i were a lad, I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."Comment
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Interesting that Dave. You have seemed to have lived an upside down back to front then killed. That sorted things then.Originally posted by \
I got up,as a sprog, normal hours, washed teeth and face (hands got a polite hallo). Then down to a slice of bread. Delved
into the depths to the gravy in the bottom of the dripping jar. Spread on and bit of salt on the top. Cut the bread in half, oh
yes, we were a sophisticated lot. Munched on that with a tres hot cup of real brown tea. Delightful heaven. With out doubt
we lived in those days on the luxuries. A bonus we lived.
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and you tell that t'young uns today and they wont believe youOriginally posted by \Per Ardua
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no ones beenComment
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Laurie, python, man, python!Comment
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What we wouldve given to live in a corridor! Thatd be a palace to us!Comment
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Cardboard box? You were lucky....Comment
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We had to live in a lake!Comment
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We lived in an Anderson Shelter with a variety of fireworks for entertainment.
LaurieComment
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I'll content myself with a nice glass of chateau de chatelet. Better than a cold cup of tea without milk or sugar....or tea
Cheers
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