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The technician at wheelchair services came out to service my chariot this morning. After nearly 14 years of hard labour the old girl failed the MOT, and was consigned to the scrapheap! The part of the back-rest that holds my life-blood arm support has snapped, and is beyond repair. So, a new chariot will be here A.S.A.P!
The old girl's lasted well!
7 comments:
You mean your beer-glass-lifting-arm is out of action? How on earth are you going to cope until you new one arrives? A long straw?
You just stumble from one crisis to another. . . .
She's had a pretty good innings John!!!
Keith, it still functions! I wont be left stranded! And get a shave, ya scruffy bugger!!
Chris, served me well!!
Aha, so you DO need pink, sparkly stickers!
Keith looks like an English professor hanging out in the Caribbean now.
GG, no pink sparkly stickers!! Grrr. xx :-)
Awwww....Happy new wheels once you get them! Naturally there is a huge demand of photographic evidence :)
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