In case anyone was worried about my expedition on stairs today, the morning started with a party at a Citheroe soft play centre. If you can imagine around fifty kids from 3 to 5 screaming in happiness, then you will appreciate the experience. The only happy notes were when the 23 invited guests decamped into the private room for butties, sausage rolls and ice cream, a bit of peace reigned. Apart from cries of “I don’t like cheese/jam/ham/eggs...” from various picky four year olds.
I cheered myself up by star spotting. It was nice to see a Michelin starred chef - Lisa Allen, who you may have seen occasionally on the telly - struggling with her four year old. She’s the head chef at the local posh eaterie Northcote Manor. There was also a huge affable bloke who looked and sounded like a South African Rugby player, and apparently was. Great levellers, children.
Anyway, peace afterwards as we decamped en famille to the Eagle, where I enjoyed bangers and mash. Or, as the Eagle would have it, hand made pork, apple and black pudding sausages on a bed of creamy mash with a red wine gravy, and a side of buttery tenderstem broccoli. Young Tom enjoyed free range chicken nuggets. He left most of the chips and stole half of my broccoli. I only bumped into one chair with my wheelchair, so a win all round.
Got home, zipped into the main entrance to avail myself of the disability fettled loo, then back out to face the stairs. Looked at them for a minute, then set off. Place crutch on the step, pull on the handrail, push on the crutch and heave on the step better leg first. Repeat....
Got home, sat down and fell asleep. Woke in time to watch Spurs v Man U. Or, more accurately, Spurs v David de Gea.
Normal life resumes tomorrow, with every muscle aching. That’s David de Gea, he used just about every bit of his anatomy to stop Spurs scoring.
I’ll just suffer quietly, dreaming of sausages.
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