If we were having coffee I’d tell you mine is a latte. I know I’m generally a tea drinker, a tea addict some might say. But I do drink coffee too, only the proper kind that I can’t make at home.
I’d tell you a cat is sitting on my desk right in front of me. As in my way as he could possibly be. I’m all squished up typing on my phone.
I type on my phone often. It looks unsociable and like I’m just browsing Facebook, but I’m not. I quit that for lent. I’m actually working away on ideas for blog posts, writing blog posts, organising staff rotas, and playing Scrabble. I do all these things on my phone while looking like a bored social media obsessed teen. When in fact it’s often just easier to type on my phone. It’s faster, my fingers reach it better, and it’s convenient. I’m never further from my phone than a teen is. We do have similarities.
Why is it cats like to sit in our way, occupy the working space? Those attention seekers. But when I’m chilling they don’t come over to snuggle, no, it’s their way or no way.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that although I haven’t been writing much, I have been reading plenty. I’m still in the book club, we just finished reading ‘All The Light We Cannot See’, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I’ve also read ‘The Librarian’ via the Libby library app. Quite a different book for me, but I suggest you give it a go.
I read on my phone sometimes too. Handy things aren’t they phones? 13 year old me would have dropped my tamagotchi at the thought of all the things my now IPhone can do. We had dial up internet then, that made futuristic noises as it tried to connect. Nobody could make a phone call while I surfed the web. Surfing is quite an active, fast sport. Our dial up certainly wasn’t.
If we were having coffee I’d ask what books you’ve been reading and if you have any recommendations?
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I’ve seen some good stuff at the cinema lately. I didn’t even have any issues buying accessible seats. Well space, I have my own seat. I like the start of a year for good movies. Award season.
If we were having coffee we wouldn’t speak about Brexit, it makes me yawn-rage. But I would tell you about some great comedy I’ve seen at Norwich Playhouse this month. One familiar favourite and someone (Ivo Graham) reletively new to me. I’d tell you how much I enjoy an evening of comedy, there’s not much better for the soul or the stomach muscles. I should have a six pack by now. I’d also tell you that I took a flask of tea, but you wouldn’t be surprised.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you sometimes you kinda forget you have wheels, and other days it’s shoved right in your face. Like yesterday. Access seemed to be against me wherever I went.
Getting on the bus was a mission when the driver parked the ramp on muddy grass. I got stuck in a lift smaller than a cupboard. A different lift to last time. A lift that was newly designed and installed. It took about twenty million manoeuvres to get in and twice as many to get out. It felt like it anyway when everyone was watching, waiting. The only spare tables in this restaurant were bar stool height. Nobody wants to use them, it’s not just us wheelers. Another thing to add to my list of reasons never to go to a Wetherspoons. But the bottomless brews keep tempting me in.
As I wait for the second bus home (I miss the first as the driver sees us and can’t get away quick enough), it finally pulls in right in front of the glass shelter thingy. In the perfect position for me to not get on. I can’t fit the other side of the glass, near the curb. It’s perfectly too narrow for me to fit. I was at the front of the queue, until everyone realises I can’t get on so they push in front, not to be forgotten. The odd nice lady asks if I need help, she’ll tell the driver to move. Though he can’t, he is squished front and back with other busses, all on a schedule and moving for nobody. He waits, I wait, an uncomfortable wait, while everyone wants to get going. Including me. When he can finally move and let down his ramp for me to board, everyone watches while I hold them up further, three point turning, hitting a post and various human shins. A full bus is a wheelers nightmare, this is why I timed it to be at the front of the queue.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I hate buses, but I’ll be getting one again next week, even though I have a car. Because that’s the sort of fool I am.
If we were having coffee I’d remind you it’s my birthday next month, how could you have forgotten. I’ll be 34. Thirty four. To me that sounds old and young. Sort of in the middle. No midlife crisis yet though, unless you count wanting more tattoos, a body covered in tattoos. Because that’s what I want.
My cat collection has grown to 4 in the last year. So my life goals are gradually coming true. I love it. This is my crew…
If we were having coffee I’d tell you I think I’m getting a new wheelchair next month and I’m kinda nervous and apprehensive. A wheelchair isn’t just a chair with wheels, it’s a life, a freedom, a friend, a pair of legs, an assistant, a bodyguard, a part of me.
I’d also moan about the clocks jumping forward last night, missing that hour of life. That hour I could have done so much with, but know in reality I’d have just used for more procrastination. Or sleep.
If we were having coffee I’d boast about the guest post I have with Travel Breathe Repeat right now, telling you my 10 Tips For Wheelchair Users Planning a Disneyland Paris Holiday. I love writing posts for other blogs and aim to spread my writings more this year.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you March also included a trip to the circus and a new afternoon tea discovery. But I can’t tell you much about those now or I’d have nothing to write in April.
If we were having coffee what would you tell me?