When the imagination takes over, life gets better.

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When the imagination takes over,
life gets better.

Mother is really enjoying having a wheelchair now. Shopping is much easier, pop her in the chair, give her the disabled trolley to push, (unfortunately the trolley will not attach to the chair) and round we go. Brilliant (so you might think)

“Coming shopping today mother”

“Yes and I have the list ready” mother is eager so off we go, mother in the car, chair in the back and yes, directions and driving instructions frequently issued. (MOTHER)

Round the supermarket we went mother clutching the trolley me pushing and following orders. When out shot the arm, emergency stop and mother nearly fell out the wheelchair.

“What did you put your arm out for, one day you will get injured doing that” I am really annoyed with her.

“Well you stopping so suddenly was a bit silly I nearly fell out the chair and I wanted to look at something on the shelf, that’s why I put my arm out” mother retorted.

“Please when you want me to stop just say so, don’t put your arm out” said in total exasperation. 

With that the shopping was done very quietly as mother was sulking. Honestly a child in a buggy is less bother than mother.

Later that day I was having a moan to one of my friends about mothers antics in the chair, their solution was absolutely brilliant. Wire the seat cushion up to an electric current and when she misbehaved, push a button and give her an electric shock.
 Well I laughed till I had cramp but it won’t happen as I could visualise her leaping up and falling head first into the freezer legs waving in the air…… oh dear such fun.

Till next time



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