SOMETHING BUGGY-ING YOU ?

Buggies vs wheelchairs , not as it might sound to the unknowing amongst you, a whole new genre of action film, but a subject that has been in the headlines recently after  a supreme court ruling in a case in Yorkshire ruled that bus drivers should do more to accommodate wheelchair users.

Doug Palley took the case to court after a dispute with a lady with a buggy in the disabled bay on a bus  refused to take her baby out of its pushchair and fold it down to make room for his wheel chair meaning  he was refused entry .

Now I need to get one thing straight first, this isn’t going to be one of those rants against parents with small children on public transport because to be honest with you I’ve done my own fair share of that in my time and i can tell you from experience that i know it’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world to get yourself and your kids from A to B without the aid of a car if the distance is too far to walk and taxis are a tad expensive to be getting regularly.

Neither is this going to be a rant at wheelchair users because they like everyone else deserve to be able to go about their life with the least amount of obstacles being thrown in their way too .

I think we all just need to look at the bigger picture involved rather than the buggy vs wheelchair debate and start taking into consideration where we could all co-operate in making the whole bus  journey a little bit more comfortable for everybody.

I’ve seen parents with children in buggies being tutted and moaned at by others for taking up room or precious time as they try to get their pushchair into the spaces provided and quite disgustingly heard similar whinging about disabled passengers manoeuvring themselves into their correct positions.

I’ve also observed just as many people with buggies being refused places on buses because there’s not enough room for them in the spaces provided and seen disabled passengers manhandled out of the way of others against their will simply because they aren’t moving fast enough for the impatient travellers behind them .

Yes , generally if someone has been capable of setting up a pushchair  they are quite capable of putting it down again while the same of which cannot generally be said about the wheelchair user , however isn’t it worth considering that if everyone not just the two sides involved in this case were all to work together , offering to make room if needed , holding small children shopping or whatever while manoeuvres are carried out so all the onus isn’t just left on the bus driver there would be no need for these silly versus battles and supreme court rulings.

 

UNEXPECTED VICTORY

It’s been a mixed bag of triumphs and tribulations for me since my last column if I’m being honest.

The driving test that was rescheduled due to bad weather just before new year didn’t quite go to plan as my failure to heed to Corporal Jones from Dads Army’s best bit of advice, in other words “Don’t Panic “meant i once again failed by the slimmest of margins when i let my nerves get the better of me .

However amidst all that disappointment and distracted by falling victim to yet another cold which means since the turn of 2017 I’ve actually had more days ill than I’ve had well there was a victory creeping up on me that I’ve been chasing on and off since at least September last year .

It’s taken a long time to get there, however it seems taking my mind off it with other things has really helped, I have now reached my 2 and half stone lost goal at slimming world so it’s onwards and downwards to 3 stone now from here.

EGG BOUND

I told you it would happen, didn’t I?

It’s very subtle but it’s started, in fact in my neck of the woods it reared its head at least a couple of days before Christmas dinner had even been served.

Those without a keen eye for this sort of thing might have missed it as it tucked itself neatly into a corner of the local newsagents but i spotted it immediately trying to act normal and not draw attention to itself whilst carols and Christmas songs blared from the shop radio and customers came and went in their Santa hats and festive jumpers.

However now the decorations and frivolity have all been consigned back to the cupboard for another 12 months it’s become much more difficult for it to blend into the background , have a look next time you’re out and about , it hasn’t gone fully blown yet but once you realise what I’m on about I’m sure you’ll get pretty Egg-cited .

DRIVING VEXED

Planning this column over the Christmas holidays I was hoping to be able to regale you with a bit of good news about what I’d been up to on my yuletide break.

For as the rest of you anticipated what the turn of the new year would bring the following evening, early on the 30^th December I was venturing out on the cold, misty morning in hope that this time I would be second time lucky in securing that all important pass certificate for my practical driving test .

Having chosen the early time slot for the sole purpose that it gave me less time to sit around at home stressing  I arrived at the test centre raring to go and strode through the doors with a positive “ c’mon then show me what you got “ attitude on ,ready to take on anything the roads could throw at me .

Which was when I glanced at my phone and spotted the cancellation email that stated that the decision had been made to reschedule my driving test as the foggy conditions had rendered it unsafe for the examiner to take me out on the road to assess my driving ability.

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, however I conceded to the fact eventually that it just wasn’t going to happen that day, returned to my instructors car and wouldn’t you just believe it drove home perfectly with no silly mistakes and even nailing that hill start at the mini roundabout that I’d had the major disaster with on my first test.

So as we speak I am practising hard for my rescheduled appointment which comes up very soon after this column will be published.

I’d like to take this time while i wait though to impart some of my own wisdom on to the powers that be who decree whether or not it’s safe for you to partake in your practical that might make the whole cancellation process a little less stressful in the long run.

First of all , the majority of people tend to schedule in a last lesson prior to driving to the test centre so where possible it would be best to send out the cancellation notice as early as you can rather than 10 minutes before the test is due to take place .

In those circumstances where that is for whatever reason a problem it would secondly be distinctly more courteous for there to be someone in the waiting room at the centre to apologise for the inconvenience caused rather than having all the staff hiding away behind closed doors, fearful to come out and face the music because they know that the candidates tempers might be a little vexed.

Reinvestigating what constitutes unsafe driving conditions from day to day might also be worth considering as there were plenty of learner drivers out in that fog that day driving safely including myself, yet the day before when it was really lovely and bright i had really struggled as the combination of the sun shining low and dazzling me with its reflection on the shiny wet roads had meant I was literally driving blind in some areas of Medway.

And finally it is advisable that if you’re going to cancel certain candidates tests due to the weather that you should be consistent with that decision throughout the day as if you are seen less than an hour later by both the cancelled candidate and their instructor to be sending out tests when the weather is much the same as it was before it does look to them as if you just didn’t want to go out on the early bird sessions and are suiting yourselves rather than considering the schedules of those sitting their practical’s .

Hope that advice is of good use to those concerned , you know it makes sense , I’ll see you on and at my revised date and time and maybe next time my column goes to print I might finally have something to celebrate about .

 

JUSTFIED ANCIENTS OF MOO MOO .....

Canterbury Street, Gillingham.

 The humble setting to many a scene from my life.

From the location of the stationery shop i started my YTS work placement in at the age of 17, to the charity shops and discount store that provided me with many an amazing outfit and cheap knock off designer perfume for my Friday nights out at local indie club night subsonic back in the Britpop years.

And just a few doors up from my place of employment stood the venue of choice for many a young person in the area.

It’s been Joanna’s in its time, The Zone and back in the day when I received the hallowed free entry tickets in commemoration of turning 18 it was known as the Ritzy.

However recently I noticed that like the doctor in the popular BBC tv series it was undergoing yet another regeneration and has now become known as the MooMoo clubrooms.

Which makes me wonder if the inspiration for the name change is down to the fact that many nightclubs often get compared to being much like a “ cattle market “?

THE YEAR OF TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED

It’s been a funny old year hasn’t it?

That’s what this columnist thinks to herself as she looks back over 12 months and the events that have come to pass as the calendar has month by month shed its papery leaves.

Who’d have thought at the start of this year we would have lost so many of the people we thought were completely invincible, the ones who we grew up with, admired and loved, who gave us our first laughs, sung their way into and sometimes helped heal our broken hearts and inspired us to embark or change direction on the routes that life took us.

And who could have guessed as 2015 made way for 2016 that we would now have our first female prime minister since Margaret Thatcher, taking over the role from David Cameron who felt he should move onto pastures new in the wake of the vote on Brexit.

Would anyone have seen coming , Boris the bumbling former mayor of London , he of stuck on zip wire , rugby tackling children and falling over in rivers fame in such an important role as Foreign Secretary or the man who personifies the phrase bad hair day everyday being sworn in as the next US president .

And what of my life , has much changed since I sat glass of wine in hand on New Year’s Eve awaiting the clock to strike midnight and composing in my head and probably on social media all the things I was hoping to achieve .

Well let’s see, I finally worked up the courage to put in for my driving test during the summer holidays which I took in October and as you can tell from the lack of coverage in my column I failed but its rebooked for a day over the Christmas holidays so fingers crossed I might be legally allowed out on the roads by myself come the New Year.

I’ve shed in total about another stone and a half in weight , my health is greatly improved and having started going regularly to an exercise class , something unheard in my old self , I feel like I’m going from strength to strength in getting myself fit.

I’ve lost some dear old friends and have also gained a beautiful new niece but by far my most favourite event of the year has been seeing my amazing step daughter starting her first year at university.

For two years ago, she was stuck in hospital undergoing chemotherapy for leukaemia but instead of letting it beat her she stuck two fingers up at it and said “ you didn’t take away those six months of my life , you gifted me with the life I needed to live “

She says you never know what’s round the corner so it’s best to live life to fullest now instead of leaving it for another day because by then it might be too late.

So I’m going to live by that same motto from now on because she’s right , the unexpected does happen , we do need to grab life with both hands  because we don’t know when it’ll be gone and we don’t want to get to the end of it and regret not embracing it.

I’m going to take all those things that were on my list of things I wanted to do this year but let slip by the wayside because I was too busy, wasn’t brave enough or whatever and do something about them and I suggest that you do the same because you never know where it might lead or what difference it could make to you.

I suggest we reconvene back here in December 2017and compare notes.

 However there remains only one thing left to say from this girl from the neck down to you in 2016

And that is,

Merry Christmas and a happy new year.

AMAZONIAN PROPORTIONS

Christmas is coming in case you hadn’t noticed, so parcels have been arriving almost daily at our front door for the past couple of weeks.

And unlike some companies who deliver for only 6 days, Amazon have been going the extra mile in their bid to provide the ultimate service to us all by delivering goods on a Sunday so it was no surprise to arrive back from doing the roast dinner food shop recently to find a large box addressed to me sitting on the table waiting to be opened.

However for the life of me I couldn’t remember just what I’d ordered that might require a box of that size so it was with an air of mystery that I ripped back the tape to see what it contained inside.

Whereupon a large giggle arose from my mouth as I found tucked under mountains of brown paper a neatly folded sports bra which makes me question was someone at Amazon having a bit of a jape at the expense of my larger than average size or do they just have no concept about what constitutes the use of way too much packaging.