Stuck in the Mud !!!!!

Ongoing from my previous blog, thought you might like to share the trials and tribulations of a cripple trying hard to do all the right things in order to find my legs again !

So, .......... As fantastic as I believe Stanmore / Alcatraz is, it is situated in between Bum-fuck-nowhere, and Half-way-to-Anywhere !! Built for recuperation purposes, way before the Jubilee line was  added to the ' mole hunt ' of Londons underground, and placed between rolling hills and dismal grey sky's that only England can produce ! No taxi cab available for power chairs and the only bus available is the 72, closest stop about a mile away from the station with precious little consideration for wheelchair users to get there ! AND, to top it all.... Today the buses are on strike !

The very helpful, toothless wonder gentleman from the moth-eaten cafe' at the station helped us locate the area to wait for the hospital shuttle service. Bonus !! - bus arrives, but TODAY, the only shuttle bus cannot accomodate wheelchairs ! Yes, I kid you not - I mean, shall I get up and walk ??

The Italian and I express our disdain at this, swear, curse and get absolutely no further ! Let's not waste energy on the ' can't use this one ' then, and look for other options. Luckily we discover the 165 bus stop - in service and passes the hospital ! Heeeeeehi..........

Eventually the 165 arrives, and after a very scenic route we get to the spinal rehab unit enterance. I have now witnessed ducks walking across frozen lakes, sheep lying down hoof to hoof and cows protecting their udders from frost-bite - note to self ! Write a song for ' Britians got talent ' it will be called - , Webbed Tits '........

We find the Orthotics department, only to be told that the procedure needed will be done on my return for my 2 week stint !!! Thanks God - another slight of fate and sick sense of humour !!!! I mean why pick on me !

We leave, only to find a red corsa parked three quarters across the pavement ramp for my access to the bus stop to take us back to the station for an hours trip back to London and civilisation !                 " lit's haptempt " says the Italian, we do, and guess what............... We get stuck in the mud - clay + snow + water..........do not work !

We work wonders................. Don't ask how, but we manage to get back onto the 165... ....... Home now with Jeeves now cooking a hearty meal of chicken Kiev, fried spuds and greasy eggs !

Love you all !

G.