Under House Arrest day 77

Well, it's been another wet and dull day. I did say that as soon as the lockdown was lifted the weather would go to pot. It's not lifted fully but it is lifting slowly, and Mother Nature is like "Stay in damn it" 

I had another set of stamps arrive today, I've been very lucky finding some bargains on eBay and Amazon. So it gives me plenty to play with in my dialog and any classes I do. All Dyan's stuff, as I have a lot of Tim's. 

 A memory came up of 7 years ago, on Facebook, the of when we were living at Scott's in Kirkby and I was still travelling to and from there to work at Burton. It was when Margaret Taylor put me up for the night, because I still had to do my late night, even though they knew it meant I couldn't get back to Kirkby after six pm... No one was willing to help, except her, I finished work and went to hers, she gave me some supper and I showered and went to bed. I didn't even have the money for a bus and walked from her house in Tutbury to the store for my next shift. 

I don't know what I'd have done without her help, perhaps gone to the park and found a bench, I dread to think. Thank God for good people, and thank God I got out of that miserable store. 

I know I'm not perhaps the most likeable person in the world, but, there were a bunch of people that couldn't handle that I was a bit different, and a cripple, you're not supposed to have a personality with a disability you know,  your expected to disappear into the wallpaper... Perhaps they were a bit jealous... Who knows? Who cares... There are still people out there that have goodness in them and lucky for me I met a few when we were in need. Anyone else, karma will sort... 

But I do like the fact that these memories pop up on Facebook, it reminds me what both of us have overcome. Im hoping that doing this blog will serve the same purpose and pop up to remind everyone not to take life for granted and to enjoy every last minute. 

Right, enough of my ramblings... Take care...