It’s World #MultipleSclerosis Day on Wednesday 30th May, coincidently, the next Boyfriend (No. 43) of my book/blog fromessextolondonin101boyfriends is set in 1987 when I was diagnosed with MS, that’s nearly 31 years ago. My diagnosis is referenced in my blog re boyfriend No. 43, so only befitting to publish it on Wednesday to celebrate, rather than today, when I would normally post the next boyfriend. Sorry to keep you waiting ….
To catch up with boyfriends No.1 to No. 42 thus far scroll down on fromessextolondonin101boyfriends.com
One is penalised if one buys the meal deal online and not all of the items are available. A jobs worth at customer services will tick you off as you didn’t go through the whole caboodle with the delivery man and send back the other 3 items (i.e. the incomplete meal deal stuff). This is discriminatory as if one were able to go in a Tesco it would be clear the items were unavailable therefore one wouldn’t be in the situation in the first place unless for example they were inebriated whilst shopping. In my experience sometimes one will encounter a non jobsworth customer services person who will apologize and refund immediately. How different one’s experience of incomplete meal deals can be. This is a poem I wrote when I went shopping once.
The Meal Deal
Can I have the cloudy apple juice?
Is that in it?
Can I have the rhubarb smoothie?
Is that in it?
Oh well, I’ll have the orange juice
Can I have the root vegetable crisps with beetroot in?
Are they in it?
Can I have the sweet chilli crisps?
Are they in it?
Ah, nevermind, I’ll have the cheese and onion
I found this book and shall read whilst away next week getting my Vit D …I’ve always believed Vit d was a key and would spend summers in the 1980’s/90’s on Pelekas nudist beach. Arriving with symptoms, leaving with none.
I’ve joined a me too kind of facebook group for women with MS … tonight the group are posting photos of their pets, I only have access to my daughters gold fish that won’t die, the tank is murky but I hope the group like it. I wonder if there is a status re women with MS and pets
There is no link to Ebay, this bikini is no longer for sale. Being disabled with MS limits my clothes shopping offline, bikini’s are tricky to buy online. Last year I endured Primark twice in Peckham, one visit to TK Maxx in New Cross and one trip to find Helen Mirren in Bromley.
This year I have just been to TK Maxx and was fortunate to find one size 8 bikini on the rack which I took the opportunity to purchase. Blue, stripes and flowers aren’t usually my cup of tea but I think it looks great on.
Vitamin D is not far away …….
In my collection: Mind Full of Mad Verse
How exciting, it’s Xmas eve and my delayed gratification self on this occasion has allowed me to open the pickled walnuts before our Lord Jesus was born.
Whilst chomping on the nut/vinegar delicacies my heart goes out to Joseph, a man who did all the husbandry things, carpentry and stuff and yet his child who is continually celebrated did not come from his sperm.
This montage is designed to give Joseph a voice, a voice that is not often heard. You can see by his face from the beautifully photographed Women’s Weekly 1984 special edition Xmas plate that he is concerned, troubled.
Whilst wishing all my blog readers a special Xmas and thanks for supporting my blog, I would like to share a thought and prayer to Joseph and all the other Joseph’s out there, everyone who is searching for a sense of home, a real home, people who are starving, people who are being tortured and abused, alcoholics, drug addicts, bulimics and all who struggle at Xmas time.
I wish you a merry Xmas and let’s throw up some figgy pudding
Liz Bentley XXXXX
After the excitement of the pickled walnuts I became a bit trigger happy on my last order and received 3 packets of 32 instead of 2 packets which were 2 for £2.70, instead of 1 for £3.32. I may not need 3 in my lifetime unless I pass onto my daughters so gave one packet back to Dwayne to refund.
Of course there is much controversy on tax on these products. Dwayne is currently my most favourite Tesco Delivery man.
I’m off to host an afternoon at the Lyric Hammersmith on Democracy. Organised by Hammersmith and Fulham Coalition against Cuts. #HAFCAC. Always feel privileged to be invited when I live in Southwark.
Now I’ve got my pickled walnuts for Xmas I can get on with the rest of my Xmas shopping. It’s important to put your gas mask on first, then you can help others put on theirs.
This Tesco delivery man is very happy that we might have snow, his little boys love the snow. How wonderfully different we all are, here I am, enjoying the talk about snow when I hate it. I don’t like Xmas either, apart from observing others enjoy it.
When I was a child, we had our presents at 3pm when Dad put our tree lights on. I’ve always been good at saving up things, delayed gratification, one of my specialities. Those pickled walnuts are likely to remain unopened until boxing day. Unless my husband finds them when I’m out one day, then I might have to buy some more, and Tesco might have run out.
When I was a child we had a walnut tree in the garden and mum would pickle the green ones. There were jars of 1996 pickled walnuts in the back bedroom of my parents house when we cleared it, 20 years on and they still tasted good.
(That green thing at the bottom of the photo is one of the kitchen chairs, not a very large courgette)