YesWheely

This is not going to be the drivel I promised. Neither will the next entry since I've got more pressing issues. Unfortunately there are no images or animations because I'm overworked and underpaid. So you will have to use your imaginations when reading this. Most of my wife's('?) stories have a back story, traditionally just as long(/detailed) as the story, this story also has a beginning that starts before the story began...

At an unknown date in our past(I forgot when) we got a letter through the door inviting us to an action group, meeting, [I just remembered it was called a Focus Group] to focus on anti social tenants. I remember not being interested (because I am an Englishman). However, my wife really wanted to attend and have her voice heard. The nearest meeting was scheduled to be in Southampton (the next city to us) so not too bad. A nice day trip for her.

It wasn't that simple. The letter said call this number ***** and ask to speak to the ASFG team to let us know which meeting you can come to. Obviously, probably intentionally, the number that was printed was wrong. After annoying a receptionist with pointless calls ('Hi, can I speak to a member of the ASFG team?' "This is a solicitors") I realised the number was different to the one in the header my wife called the housing association. The Public sector worker who answered the call also had no idea what my wife wanted.

Eventually she got to speak to the guy running the meetings. The meeting in Southampton was cancelled due to lack of interest which meant the nearest meeting would be in Bournemouth which isn't too far but it is not a simple journey and my wife would have to travel to Bournemouth the day before so that she wouldn't be in too much pain from her CRPS.

So we both planned to go. I bought the train tickets and the night in a hotel.

That's it for the back story well at least the immediate one. The reason my wife wanted to go is actually a different story.

We left our flat a little late but it was okay. Unfortunately my wife's understanding of travelling light was not the same as say the hand luggage size of any budget airliner. So I had her large bag balanced on my lap with the shoulder strap around my neck (this was an error) and on top of that I had my bag also with the strap around my neck. So I had limited vision.

The sun was out though it had rained earlier and there was quite a nasty cold wind. We got to the high street and then it started to rain. The train station is at the end of this street so I thought we would get there just a little wet.

Then it really got hard luckily we reached shelter. Then it got really hard and because of the strong winds horizontal so we loitered in a shop. Now cold and wet. My wife decided this was an omen and now didn't want to go. I thought maybe if we go a bit further and reach a coffee shop we can get warm and then take a taxi or continue to the train station.

So we continue a little down the pedestrianised street. "Go in front of me so you can go under the ledge too." I said that as the moisture on my foot rest got between the metal and my shoe causing my foot to slip backwards. Causing my shoe to flick off and my foot to rub on the floor which caused my leg to change angle. Which caused the baggage to slide which started to pull my neck down and forwards which started to shift the weight distribution on my chair which started to tip forwards. For a second I thought "I've got this." Then I realised there was no way. I shouted to my wife as I fell on top of the bags. Face down, ass up. Unfortunately she missed another of my mishaps. As I lay there in this really bizarre position my face buried in the bags and the icy wind on my now exposed lower back two guys came to assist me. "Do you want some help?".

We got to the coffee shop but that was now another omen so we abandoned the plans (and the booked and paid for tickets and hotel!)