The Fourteen Daggers.
It is Friday again, wonderful how quickly it happens every week, Friday is a favourite day of mine.
When I was still at work I used to organise a get together after work of colleagues and friends.
It was a nice way to end the week and it was something that everyone looked forward to immensely.
Life is classified for me as when I worked and life since work, sometimes it is strange thinking about me going to work.
Lying in bed or sitting in the wheelchair it is hard to remember a time when I could do things, make things happen and be part of it all.
Difficult to realise quite how handicapped I am right now, Richie and I talked about it last night.
Richie says he too finds it very difficult to accept that I am so handicapped; he says he does not think of me as handicapped.
I do not think of myself as handicapped either, but then again, I also do not feel like I will be 60 soon.
How incredible to think that in 20 days time I will be sixty, despite the effects of my MS I still feel the same as ever.