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11:23:09 o'clock BST

Been having trouble with AOL and trouble with life, but things quietened down again now, so I'm back to finish story.

So, 1st night, worst for wear with alcohol, we finaly went to our room. Emma was so excited with this new nightdress that she bought.

'Will you put my nightdress on?'  'No, do it yourself'  'I cant'    'Well I'm not here as your carer remember'   'I want my f***ing nightdress on'    'F***ing put it on yourself then'  'I f***ing can't'     'Tough, sleep in your undies then'   The screaming had started, so as it was very late and thinking of other guests trying to sleep, I caved in.                                                                                                                                       'OK, but you just slip your arms out from your bra straps and then when, and only when, we get the nightie on you can take your bra off. If I see a glimps of your boobs, I'm off.'   'OK'                                                                                                                              With a lot of pushing and shoving, remember we are both drunk, I manage to get her head shoulders and arms in the dam thing, but guess what, it wont go any further, its too small. 'You stupid bitch, you never tried it on, did you?' 'Dont call me a bitch, you slut.' 'You a slag.' And so it went on, till I gave a final yank and with a ripping sound it went on. I had had enough, retired to my own bed with my pillow over my head to shut out her screaming.

Morning came and after apologising to other guests for the racket last night, they were so understanding and said it was no problem. As the sun had deserted us, the only dull and rainy day of the whole holiday, Andy decided to take us all to the Mall. We got our electric wheelchairs, Emma decided to keep hers on full blast and thought it was great fun to go crashing round the place, Oh dear, I could feel trouble brewing.

We arrived at the Mall, wonderful place, I was so excited with the thought of all the new shops and had a good list of people I wanted to buy presents for. Emma had other ideas though. Of course with the rain, the place was packed. as I have said before, Emma always likes me to go 1st, she keeps on running into the back of me, jolting my damaged spine and caursing me pain, so I end up shouting at her to stop, she just laughs. I speed up a bit, she stops, screaming that I'm too far ahead, I have to keep turning round and going back for her, we end up surrounded by shoppers having a bloody big row. In the end I shout 'What the f**k is wrong with you?'  'My holiday is f***ing ruined.'  'Why?'   'This place, I hate it, its full of F***ING FOREIGNERS'

The whole Mall went into freeze frame, my life flashed before my eyes, the look of pure hatred and anger on the faces of the crowd around us. I had to get us out of here. I said 'Of course it f***ing is, we are in f***ing Spain, you daft tw*t. Now turn round and lets get out of here.' We fled to the nearest exit.

She sat there sulking, I'd lost it by then. 'I want a drink' she said, 'Well theres a coffee bar over there, go get yourself one.' 'NO, I WANT A PROPER DRINK.' Well all the bars where at the other end of the Mall on the next floor, omg, here we go again. With the threat of smashing her teeth in if she uttered one word, we made it to the very small lift, which she immediately smashed into and got jammed. Helped by 2 really nice men we finally got up to the bars. Of course nothing in English so I was there with phrase book out, but that was not fast enough for our Emma and she started screaming at me again, I screamed back and just before we started hitting each other a shadow loomed over us. Oh hell. We both stopped and slowly looked up. Oh, thank god, our savour, Andy was standing there, hands on hips. He was fumming. 'What the BLOODY HELL is going on? We can hear you both from the other end of the Mall. GET OVER THERE AND SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU.'  He got us both a big drink and made us sit there quietly untill the others had finished their shopping and it was time to go back to the villa.

Hugs Jul xxxx

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04:23:38 o'clock BST

Part 3.

We arrived, very shaken and horse at passport control. Emma never goes 1st, always pushes me in front. I showed my pasport and got pushed towards very tinny lift. I can hear Emma screaming once again in the background, failing to get the guy pushing me to stop, I was tempted, but could not leave her on her own, I ended up with both feet up on the door frame of the lift to stop him pushing me in, not a ptetty sight. I turned to see Emma going crackers, framed on each side by 2 armed security guards. She has lost her passport, but had managed to force her way through the checkpoint  in an effort to get to me, very bad move.

I get back to her, her arms are flying all over the place and the foul launguage is just pouring out of her, that was the only time that I was glad that no one could speak English. We screamed and swore at each other while I tried to find her passport, she started to go hysterical, I threatened to smack her one and we neary started fighting. That was the 1st time she uttered the words 'That's it, my holiday is ruined, wish I'd never come' after a few days I lost count of how many time she said that.

By this point the guards must have sent for re-enforcements, we now had 6 armed guards closing in on us, did they realy think we were going to make a dash into the country in our wheelchairs? they must have done 'cause the original 2 actually had their guns out, we were both teriffied at seeing this, it stopped us fighting though and renewed our efforts in finding the passport. I paniced and started throwing the contence of her bags all over the place, even considered throwing her out of her chair to search it. After what seemed like a lifetime, I found it, it was in the place she had swore she had looked in first, good job she was sitting down or I'd have shoved it...............yes well.

By the time we got down in the lift everyone had got their bags and fled, we were left on our own again, totally, not a soul in sight and not a case either, I wanted to cry. Next thing we know we had 2 Spanish porters with us, I tried to explain that we were looking for 2 suit cases. 4 more proter joind in trying to work out what was going on, no English again see. They seemed to have this strange notion that we were off to Majorca, as they kept saying the word and all smiling and nodding at us, either that or the security guards had told them to try to get us on the next flight out of there. Of courseEmma's holiday was 'ruined again' and she was now screaming for Andy.

Andy, the owner of the villa who was meeting us, he was there, but outside, not allowed in that part of the airport. Eventually the porters found our cases and quickly escorted us out, to a releived Andy. You see, although he could not see us, for some strange reason he said he could hear us........ nah

Soon he had us bundled into his bus, smokes all round and off to the villa in the mountains and a lot of solid drinking to calm us down.

Part 4, our day out at the Mall or the day the Spanish nearly linched us.

hugs Jul xxxx

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04:43:03 o'clock BST

Part 2.

Morning of the departure, we arrived at Liverpool Airport, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Emmas Dad had come along to help her and my ex was with me, now my ex and her dad are old biker buddies, but had not seen each other for yrs, so they immediatly vanished to catch up and re-live old times, bless. We were left in the queue with the shell suits with their overfed, exited screaming kids going to Majoka. Now that comment might sound wierd comming from a fellow Liverpudlian, but I have been a scouse reject for a long time, so dont care.

The guys returned for the check-in then took us for a last cup of coffee before we boarded. They both agreed we were nuts and openly discused which one of us would make it back alive. Then they left us in the hands of the Easyjet staff and after wishing THEM luck made their getaway.

As soon as we were on the plane she started, 'Can I have a fag?' 'No' 'What about a drink?' 'You got one in your bag' 'Will you get it for me?' 'No, get it yourself' 'Whats happening now?' 'Where is she going?' 'Wheres my chair?' 'Why arnt we moving?' 'Are we there yet?' 'Are we there yet? 'Are we there yet?' 'Well why not????' What am a I, THE ORICAL?????????

Calm down, she has never flown before and she is exited, take another painkiller.

We finally land, of course we are the last off as we have to wait for our wheelchairs to be brought out of the baggage hold, she it at it again, question, questions, questions, omg my head will explode.

Now, I have travelled in my previous life (the life I had before I was disabled) and I do respect other people's cultures,and I have usually tried to learn a few phrases of the other country before I went, but, I did not have time for this trip. I have not been to Spain before, well not via air so I did buy a phrase book. But I did expect airport staff to speak some English, Not the staff that we met.

The 'trolly dollies' were very nice to us on the plane, but once our wheelchairs had arrived and we where in them they just pushed us down to an empty corridor and vanished. There was deadly silence, no one around to ask, no signs to even tell us which way to go. Emma started to freak. Must say I was concerned myself.

Then, in the distance, we saw something moving, as it hurtled towards us I realised that it was one of those airport vehicles, the little Spanish driver with no English at all,  had been sent to get us. He is nowbabbling away in Spanish waving his arms about that we should climb on board, I go 1st, I climb on with a much appreciated hand on my bum, NOT, and he throws my wheelchair in the back, then makes a grab for Emma. After seeing the gropping I got and the fact that he is not gods gift to women, she flatly refuses to get out of her chair.

He makes a gesture that it is no problem, gets in the drivers seat, one hand on the stearing wheel, the other holding the armrest of Emmas chair, puts his foot down and careers off down the miriad of long empty corridors with her in tow. I'm trying to get him to slow down, even have the trusty phrase book out, wouldn't you know it, there is no translation for 'Slow down you idiot, you are going to kill her' or words to that effect. So I ended up joining in with Emma. Have you ever heard women screaming in harmony??????????

In part 3, the guns come into play.

Hugs Jul xxxx  

 

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16:41:47 o'clock BST

Part 1.

OMG, Emma, (re blog - Oh Lord give me patience.....09/08/07)has decided to go to Amsterdam with this new boyfriend. She is more disabled than I am and no one thinks this guy (on drugs) sounds capable of looking after her. I have had 1st hand of how difficult she can be.

When our Emma gets drunk she gets nasty, abusive and can play on her disability a lot. Able-bodied people have to be very PC and back off and just take it, well being disabled myself, I dont have to take that sh*t off her, so I will give back as much as I get.

I know its not a pretty sight, 2 grown disabled women screaming at each other. It does seem to work though, at some point she will realise what SHE sounds like and how hurtful the thing SHE says are, thats when she backs off and we end up just calling each other all the names we can think of, (bitch, slut, slag, slapper.......) by the time we run out of names we just fall about laughing. Game over.

A few yrs ago, a young married couple we know, who are professional carers, decided they wanted to go to Malaga and open a disabled holiday villa. They dont provide the care but have 4 family sized rooms, all disabled friendly, so a disabled person can come with their family or their own carer. They also have their own disable bus they use for daily excursions. Fantastic place.

So our Emma arranges to go out there for a week with her carer, to which we all had a good laugh, that poor woman, having to spend 7 days with the bitch of the north, don't worry, she calls me worse. Emma goes and pays for the holiday, flights as well, all non-refundable, by then the woman has come to her senses and changes her mind. Emma did find another carer, only to have her back out as well and the local voluntary group just did not want to know.

Emma was distraught, not only had she lost her holiday, but her money as well. All eyes then turned to me. Oh no, dont be stupid I said, we would kill each other. But yes, it did happen, she asked me, or rather begged me to go with her, I caved in. Well, what are mates for???????????????

I reminded her that I could not come as her carer, but she had it all planned, all I would have to do is cut up her food. She had arranged to pay one of the owners friends to come in every morning and help shower and dress her and she had hired us both electric wheelchairs. Oh, what fun we were going to have all that cheap booze, she laughed excitedly, what had I done???????

Our friends then started the betting, it ranged from how long it would be before our 1st row, right through to, how long it would be till we got deported, actually, someone came very close to winning that on the 1st day.

Watch out for part 2.

Hugs Julie xxxx

 

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14:56:02 o'clock BST
Feeling Sad

Well, a bit sad, I'm SO glad I got that travel scooter. Shopmobility has now been re-opened. I was invited to the 'Grand' re-opening last week, no way could I go, I am still soooo angry with the way we have been treated.

We of the disabled community here have been complaining for at least 10yrs that I know of, me included, about the so called 'chief access officer', now its all come crashing down on him, but, because of his actions we have suffered for yrs and as far as I am concerned things have not reached any sort of satifactory conclusion.

As I said in my last blog I have been down to visit the 'new' shopmobility this morning. I have said recently that even though I have my own scooter now I would still join again, even though I lost out on 1/2 a yrs subscription, but there is no way I will support them after what I found out this morning, I'm angry again.

Jenny Eclair, I love you, but you have no idea what grumpy is till you've been disabled and being an older woman, on her own  AND disabled, I have enough material to last you for 100's of yrs. Will do a deal if you get in touch.

So, back to my visit to Shopmobility. After our 'access officer' disappeared, in March, he still got paid for another 2 months while the staff have still not got any money for working this period. The original staff have been re-employed at a greatly reduced rate. The council could have re-opened Shopmobility a long time ago if they had just paid the insurance.

Now, the people that have just won a 1 yr contract to run it, they have turned it into such a cold place, not the happy community/drop in point it was. So to join again I have to supply all my personal details, not just showing proof of who we are, but our disability, height, weight, how our bowels are working plus 2 pics for an ID pass, dear lord, dont we fill enough forms like this in.

But its the little things, like, a lot of us used to have a coffee or cup of tea in there, we all used to chip in to that on a casual basis, we brought in cake and packs of biscuits to share. Thats all stopped, tea is 50p, coffee 60p, cake 70p. All our posters have been taken down, no, not the pin up ones, we was never allowed them anyway, I'm too much of a lady as well, but the things to do with disabled things, activities (no, not sex, behave, thats just what we talk about lolololol) not allowed now.

It's just all clinical, PC, fund raising (for their charity) and I feel like I would be treated better in a 3rd world country

I get home to a free paper and what is on the front???? A 44yr old, former Access Officer has been formaly charged with embeseling £100,000, yes I did check it, from the disabled people in his area. God im good, I think, Im trying very hard not to mention any names or places, although I'm seathing I dont think I have. You got to be careful cause of the law.

Dial House, yes I will name them, would be better off if they worked for the whole disabled community in their area, not just the voluntiers or disabled that worked for them.

They do a good job, for some, but they are ignoring the others, thats my opinion. See how careful I am lolololololol

I was not disabled till i was 40ish, im not telling lololol. anyway, my point is, there is so many of us out here, that have got our own minds, just disabled in later life and on our own, just spare a thought to all those in power, ok those in power dont give a sh*t, what can we expect??????????????????????????????????????????????????????

I still give hugs, jul xxxxxxxxxxx

 

 

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14:29:05 o'clock BST

Oh, I'm on a roll now. Yesterday I had a good chat with my carer, the 1st thing I told her was my plan for her to have 2 weeks off, her face dropped, my heart sank, was she going to understand. I asked her if she was still happy working for me, she said yes fantastic, I love it, shows the state of her mind, poor thing, lololololol.

So I told her that I was happy with her but there was a lot of things to be sorted, re-assessed, re-organised, yes, some of it was about her but 80% was about me, my life and where I was going and how, so I needed space to be on my own and think. But I assured her her job was safe for as long as she wanted it, besides, how else am I going to get my own back, I told her, wait till I'm really old and decrepid (no, no you swines, I'm not quite there yet, so you can stop sniggering) I will sit with a little bell and by heck she will earn her pay then, at this we both ended up laughing. When she came today all was well, we laught and chatted the same as we used to do.

In the evening I was feeling quite calm, had a really good night sleep for the 1st time in weeks and this morning I woke up actually looking forward to the day. Heart rate is down (must be, its not hammering through my chest) so that means blood pressure must be down.

Right, now I'm feeling better, I'm bored, who can I go and pester. I know, Shopmobility is open again, I can get a coffeee and bickie there and catch up with all the gossip. Drat, I'm bidding for some water plants on Ebay just after 3, won't have time, so thats a plan for tomorrow. So, what else? could always repot the seedlings, that should keep me out of trouble for a while.

hugs jul xxxx

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06:32:00 o'clock BST
Feeling Hopeful
Hearing Threashold of a Dream - Moody Blues

OK, I really have had enough now, things have got to change, I have got to change. Yes I have lived most of my life on the 'slippery slope' going up and down, 3 steps forward, 2 steps back. But what a ride hey!!!!!! Now it seems to be 2 steps forward, 3 steps back and its getting dangerous. Lady Luck sitting happily at the bottom, feel dangling over the edge, just waiting to catch me as I hurtle past, one of these days though either she will have just looked away for that moment or I will not have the strength to hang on.

This started 11 months ago. For the 5 1/2 yrs before that I had John as my carer, oh we made such a good team, if one of us fell in a puddle the other would laugh so much that we would both end up laughing rolling about splashing in it. Not many knew what our relationship was, best friend? son? some even thought he could have been my 'toy boy' although we never hid the fact that he was gay. He had the same SOH as Graham Norton, imagin having someone like that around you every day.

Yes he was your typical young lad when it came to the housework, but he looked after me, made sure I had my coffee, that the flat was locked up, the car was locked, I had everything in my bag or the car that I needed before I went out. Oh, so many other thing.

Then last September he got a full time job with more pay down south, I would never hold him back, I always told him that and I was pleased for him, but my god I do miss him. This carer I have now is good, housework gets done, she is never off, I can trust her with money etc. thats it though, we are too different. I have tried but its not working.

I knew that things would not be the same, but maybe it's been my problem for trying to make them similar. There are a lot of problems that come along that you can't change but there are things I can. So what I need is a 'plan'. New carer does not want an annual holiday, but guess what, she is going to get one. At the end of this week I am giving her 2 weeks holiday (with pay of course), that will give me some space to get myself organised.

I have been invited away for the week-end in the middle of those 2 weeks, was not going to go, but I will now. Will get the ex to come cat and flat sit, he can cut the grass while I'm away, it will have dried out enough by then. Take the time to sort out a new work plan for carer, Im sorry, I like her a lot but its driving me nuts hearing about her kids, the price of bread in different shops, the row she had with hubby and how about we go look at tops in Next. Yak!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, thats the start of the plan, but this week i will concentrate on getting this blood pressure down, pass the chocolate............................

Hugs Jul xxxx

 

 

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12:38:12 o'clock BST
Feeling Angry
Hearing Hammer to fall......... Queen

Yes Chrissy, people like us are made to last, if you don't mind me saying, but omg, isn't it an up hill struggle?????????????

Thanx Andy, (love your blogs by the way,) but I have gone as far as I can, its a Motability car though, although it's my car and I'm paying for it on a 3yr contract, I have to take it to their designated reparers, it's so people dont just get there 17yr old dilinquent son to do a botch job on it, cause I hand the car back after 3yrs and they have to sell it on and get best deal on it.

All I can do is make as much hysterical mayham as I can, and i've dont that. Getting the insurance company involved, Motability independant inspecters and mechanics involved and crying on the phone a lot, MY LIVE IS OVER, things like that, it does freak them out.

And it did work, the garage offered to pay for the hire car untill issue was resolved, not that I go out much, did not tell them that of course but I like to know a car is there, its my only means of getting out if I do need to go. I do freak out if you take away, my car, my mobile, pures, at home my pc, I'm easy after that. I am NOT going to be that old disabled woman living on my own, vegitating, that has not got a life. how dare they think that.

So, car was delivered back on Fri morning, all working. I had got my carer to clear out the hire car for return, got her to check 3 times that there was nothing left in it, assurance confirmed.

I had a good drive out in the car Fri night, just to get used to it again, all was find. Just got to get them to pick up the hire car now and its all over. Apart from my blood pressure, that is worrying, although my Dr says I got 'discustingly healthy heart' how much can it take, he has never thought to take B/P reading when I've been on  the edge, never, just gives me ant-depressants. And come to think of it, i never thought either.

Anyway, car delivered Fri morn' (I thought, all I have to do is get this hire car picked safely) and get B/P down and I'm home and dry. 

I did some research on the net, high blood perssure, I dont eat anything that could course it so, ways to reduce it, found it - bananers... its the potaciam in them ( ok I know I spellt it wrong), then there is C-vit, Magnisiam and guess what girls?? the cocoa in PLAIN chocolate. Now, plain chock I can eat, Xmas and Easter, I have never been into sweet foods like this, I dont even take sugar in tea of coffee, dont like sweets either.

Back to story, I would have loved to get away after all this, not possible, so thought, it's early Sat morn' I will drive out to a realy big garden centre, I got my car, scooter, hire car gone back, its early, so no trafic build up. Its 9am, I'm on the road heading to a very peacefull place, after 40mins I check to see if me disabled parking disc was there, no, checked all over the car, I know its not in the house, omg, has carer, after getting her to check hire car 3 times for anything left in it, left it in it. YES SHE HAS.

Ok, bak home, rang the hire car place, they got on to thier local place, it all adds up, the waiting. No its not in the car, did they check the visor, oh not, I just said to check the glove compartment, I will get back to them. A healthy heart might be able to take it, but a fragile meantal state, MY LIFE IS OVER, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Ok, they found them, but I got to pick them up on Mon as they are soooooooooooo busy, thats another day gone and my week-end prob' I've just opened bottle of wine and its before mid-day.

hugs jule xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 

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05:57:12 o'clock BST
Feeling Frustrated

Well I'm back to sleepless nights again, but that is to be expected, blood pressure must still be on the up as I feel quite ill. Sat in yesterday waiting for car to come back as promised. 3pm I got a call, car might be ready Fri as the fault seems to be intermitant. How the hell can a broken cable work intermitantly, I may not know a lot about cars but I do have common sense.

Got a call from the NEW Shopmobility, remember, the one that closed in March because our Access Officer embesled all the money and ran off to Tialand. Well today (Thurs) they are having a grand opening, Lord Mayor and all that, would I please come as I was one of the 1st members when it origonaly opened 10 or so yrs ago. They must be having a laugh, I'm still so angry and what with my blood boiling, over the car, I would be out to kill someone, probably with the Lord Mayors chain as well. Best leave it.

I'm off to the Day Care Centre today anyway. Oh Lord, I got to face Jane the Pain in the taxi, she did text me yesterday to ask if we were still friends and said she was sorry for what she said last Thurs and Fri and Sat and Sun. I said, yes, course we were, lifes too short, we have had a lot of spats over the years, I just ignor her till she calms down.

Emma, now she is worrying me, not been able to get in touch with her, must be this new boyfriend, the one with OCD, on drugs and just out of prison. What can you do though, shes 30 and just wont listen, Just have to keep fingers crossed.

'The Toad' tried texting me again, thinking of changing his name to 'The Leech' he wont let go lolololololol.

What else, oh yes, remember the guy who was running round my garden naked at 3-30 in the afternoon a few weeks age, saw him on Monday. I plan ahead though, locked the back door and hid the key. Now stop that, its not the only way I can keep a man, and I know the word 'slut' might cross your mind too, but hay, I may not be young but I'm free and single.

Well I think I will try the bed again, get an hour or so before carer comes with her 2yr old, scary, I threaten her with the duck tape and she just laughs at me, theres my street cred' gone.

Hugs Jul xxxx

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18:58:18 o'clock BST
Feeling Loopy
Hearing Eat the rich - Arosmith

WARNING : Mental backup in progress......................OMG Chrissy, I spoke too soon, as we on that wave length will know so well. When I left you that comment I did feel a little apprehensive, but just eternal optomist.

OK the car, I'm disabled and have Mobility car (spinal injury) Im 5' !0", long legs and bad spine, so when Peugeot brought out there new 1007 car, WOW gr8, big doors, no more having to buy expensive knickers to flash every time I got in and out and no more worries about the daft pricks that parked too close, these doors open auto, not just the locks, but at the press of another button they slide back automaticly.

Got mine with 7mile on the clock last Sept, I was 1st one in city to have one, most peopl had never seen one b4. On May the 9th, I was having my usual 'god I'm in pain, must lay down' time when there was knock at door and a 'white utilites van man' asked if that was my car he had hit, trying to do a 3 point turn in a very narrow cul-de-sack. He was very nice about it though and he had only put little dent in passenger door, door still worked. no prob' you would think.

Untill the garage got hold of it, the car was delivered back with the door jammed solid. yes I do understand that this is a new thing, but OK men, dont get the poor girl on the phone to lie for you, we are not that stupid us women, and the girl does not want to loose her job so she does it and then she gets it, I was never nasty to her, thats not my way, but when I have caught her out she has put the phone down on me very quick, bare that in mind. So ok, she has told me the car is at local main dealers, when I rang them, it was not. When she said that it had been inspected, it had not. See I ring others as well, I'm sneaky, remember, she is only office worker, np with her.

So ok last Fri I get call saying the main dealer it going to de-code the new lock, I rang then they know nothing of this, but garage on phone said yes. Seems they have arranged for them to decode it, Fri or Mon. Mon afternoon garage rang said it was all done, car was being delivered back this morning (Tues)

There is a lot more to this story but I'm too pissed off to go into it, now finaly I got the car back to-day and guess what, the door did not work, the other insurers will not pay for the hire car any more and there is a big fight on as to who are resposible. Is it a warrenty issue, part of the accident, or the garages fault for messing up the repairs.

So they bring the car back at 11-55am, door is still jammed shut, I wont have it, man was a bit funny with me, he even tried it himself, dont know y his attitude, then the hire car comp' rang me  'the hire car is being taken back off me the afternoon' panic has set in.

I've got no food in, nothing for my cat either, I thought my life was over when Shopmobility closed, but now I got no way to get to the shops, never mine round them. And would it not be the day for my blood pressure check up, I thought, abscond in the hire car, so I did. Nurse was very worried about how high b/p was, I tried to tell her, but she had her job, got to go back next week, she was very worried it was soo high, I got food, wine (which I'm drinking now, lolololol).

Well I got home I was called by the dealer saying they had the car and proble fix it by tomorrow, the garage have accepted any hire car charges, the insurance company said it would be ok, and they would fight over the charges between themselves, but I am a wreck.

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