It was our wonderful polio fellowship group Christmas social on the 9th December and Mike and I were picked up by our local dial a ride which is sooooo much easier and less painful than trying to get my leg in the car, the left one doesn’t mind one bit but the right leg … whimpers and moans every time I move it.
So I get into my wheelchair and don’t get out until I need the ladies or back home.
Our community centre hall was decorated very tastefully and our tables were so colourful with crackers and festive serviettes etc.
Bob our lovely chairman started the festivities by announcing the grand draw.
Loads of great prizes and I and Mike were delighted when we both won a prize.. he actually won a bottle that we had put in the draw so he gave that part of the prize away.
I was lucky enough to win a bottle of Baileys .. I do like a tipple at Christmas.
Afterwards we enjoyed a scrumptious tea and pulled crackers and generally had a good catch up with our chums.
However I then needed the facilities ( loo to everyone else) but I’m being very polite!
It was then that we were told the disabled toilet was out of order! How on earth will I manage in the normal ladies?
… Actually I didn’t.. I had to have a lot of help from various friends and son to get me into the cubicle… then shock as the toilet was so low I felt I was falling in! Then of course I had to get back in wheelchair and wash my hands .. but that was only possible by someone pushing me to the basin and then that annoying hand dryer.
However we muddled through and ventured back into the hall where the more agile people of our group, ( yes there are some ) gave out cards from our friends AND a beautifully wrapped Christmas present.
I always feel sad when we all leave to go our separate ways but we will see them all ( God willing ) at our social in January.
As our driver Dave was outside waiting for us, mike trundled me out to the car park and I was soon being strapped in ( don’t want to fall out the back ! ) and driven back to our welcoming warm home and our lovely cat Persia waiting for us. Carole Gatford