in a bit of a rush

My fkat hunting saga could be at an end. My sister went to view a property yesterday. I spoke to the agent at about 2pm and by 5 i was on a train to london all in a days work i suppose....

thank you for cheesy music

Over the past few weeks i have been going through the ringer emotionally. I have left my child hood home my parents have moved. I will soon be leaving edinburgh- just for a year but still its a wretch.

There have been many times as readers will know that i have thought i am making the wrong desicision.

some people in my position turn to booze i turn to cheesy music. Abba has cheered me up not because its good but because its happy

So the city of london are you ready to take a chance on me

why does it always rain on Me?

This summer has been an absolute shocker weatherwise- parts of england have flooded for the second time in 12 months. readers will remember i posted in june about a trip to aberdeen where i got a soaking. well i am moaning again. it is only because nobody has come up with an umbrella that a wheelchair user can use and push themselves with two hands.

in the past i have been given umbrellas by kind people in the street but its very impracticle to hold the umbrella and move at speed to get out of the rain- which is what most people do.

So why does it always rain on me? its because i dont have an umbrella?

like tom hanks in terminal ( or what ever that movie is about the guy stuck in the airport)

Today has been an odd day for me. I knew it was friday but something was missing. I had brought back everything i had taken to london so it wasnt that. i had food and drink in the kitchen so what was it? It was the job centre.

for 11 months every second friday i had faithfully gone there to find a job and enjoy the wonders of the DWP system. But I now have a job so i have signed off. but whilst it is great to have a job there is a gap in my friday now.

If you have read my previous post ( i know one person has) you will know that my flat hunting was disasterous so i am like a student before an exam I have done all the work - or not and just want the event to happen.

Like the movie i am there but i cant go any further until i get the vital ingredient.

feeling a bit flat!

Since my last post i have been down in london flat hunting and getting things in place for my new job. I found a few flat which looked good brand new ground floor apartments. I thought this would be ideal for my wheelchair. So I went to view them on tuesday the first flat i viewed i couldn't open the outer door and move my wheelchair before the door closed. in the second one i could get into the flat but i couldnt move in it because my wheelchair was exactly the width of the hall. so that was a no goer.

The flat i was scheduled to see on wednesday was good but out of my price range. So Rather like Star Wars I the phantom menace where there was such a build up and it fell flat. I went into this week full of excitement and now its back to the drawing board

Still as hannibal smith says "its darkest before it gets black" so things can only get better

The North South Divide

It has reported in several studies that people in the north are worse off than the south - on things like life expectancy and income. I am about to to turn into dick whitington and pack my things up in a cloth and head to the big smoke. As a disabled person this presents many challanges most importantly to get a roof over my fine head of hair . Thats prooved a challange becuase i am not a london resident. This is important because although i am happy living in the private sector i need help with basic things like cleaning my clothes and other basics. In edinburgh i turned to the council because my house wasnt suitable so they helped me out with that support. I have been told i can apply for housing through the council after being a resident for 5 months- sp dpes that apply for support too?
In the bible the isrealites were promised a land of milk and honey. is london promising me a land of exspensive beer an dirty washing!


Returning to Whitington there is a poem

Turn again, Whittington,

Once Mayor of London!

Turn again, Whittington,

Twice Mayor of London!

Turn again, Whittington,

Thrice Mayor of London!

Change the name to cooper and who knows????

i am on the road to nowhere

Many apologies for the lack of blogging avid readers ( like someone from manchester) have been asking me why i havent been blogging quite simply my life has been turned upside down in the past month.

As you know i have moved into my own flat in july- i am loving it. but i had no work but then i got offered two jobs in 2 hours so i am packing up and moving to london. to work in the City. I am scared to leave edinburgh- the city i grew up in and love so much. To move to a place where i know very few people and dont know the place i am moving to.

as homer simpson said ' i am a risk taker thats why i have so many so many adventures' lets hope that this one is a happy one