Big Wall in bloom

Showing the villagers that it makes sense after all by overflowing with colour

Another Month End coming

Can't believe it! Nearly a week since we got back from our holiday. I thought all the walking up and down steps and so on would have helped to toughen me up for the climb out of Waverley Station and up to George Street, but I'm still finding it a real struggle. The lack of an afternoon nap is also getting to me - I am shattered! But it was so fantastic to be able to pay myself the other day - quite a milestone.

I'll pick a few more pics from the hols to post, once I've sorted them out.

Evening sun on the mountains

Clear water

Incredible sandcastles

On the beach at Puerto Pollensa

Denise deserved a reward too

Erm, for saving me from plummeting to my death, as much for climbing the steps

View from the bottom, afterwards

Denise has a picture of of drinking my well deserved beer

I walked all the way up these steps

View from the top of 365 steps down to Pollensa, Mallorca

Holidays

Not long till our holidays. Not said anything about it here previously, as I think all the family know all about it - maybe bored by now, actually. But, we're going to Puerto Pollensa (or Port de Pollenca, depending on where you're from) on Majorca. Majorca had never really appealed to me before, because everyone just went on about the party side of things - not quite Ibiza, but still lots of Brits Abroad stuff. Anyway, Puerto Pollensa has been recommended by friends who've been so we thought we'd give it a try. Private hire and flights rather than a package, but the apartment looks nice, and it's not far from the town centre without being too close. Should be nice and quiet for us, just as we like it, but with access to bars and restaurants as well.

Natalie, Debbie's daughter (Simon's the Evil Stepdad, a.k.a Bob - don't ask why), is working there - actually in Puerto Pollensa, exactly where we are going - at the moment. Not sure what she's doing, exactly: Simon said she was going there to work, but didn't say what job; and I didn't ask for some reason. I sort of assumed that I should know; that maybe he'd already told me the job, if not the location, until he found out that we were going to the same place. Maybe I should ask, even if I have been told before and I've forgotten. I find this happens to me a lot ...

Matt, who is one of my drinking buddies (and my optician, as it happens) is there at the sime time as well, so we'll probably meet up for a drink.

Too long in a wheelchair!

I keep finding myself reaching for wheelchair wheels when I'm sitting in my office chair and needing to move closer to the desk. Maybe it's because the black curved armrests look a bit like
my chair's wheels in my peripheral vision.

I posted an entry on the UK Limb Loss forum telling my pals there that I'm back in work. Must remember to check back and see if there's any response. I'd put money on Leggz replying - he always has something positive to say. He's been a below-knee amputee like me for a quite a few years. He keeps egging me on to go on long bike rides and meet up with another guy round here (possibly Glasgow) who's name I can't remember right now - it's sort of like, "let's you and him fight". Doesn't offer to do anything himself, just suggests stuff and sits back to wait.