After a gap of over 5 years, over Easter I brought my scooter out of the garage. It hasn’t been used since before my son was born and has hibernated ever since.
Sad really… but being a home Dad has meant that I’ve just not got around to using it and was even considering selling the poor thing at one point.
Instead here it is, still looking pretty good but needing a battery charge (or a new one) at least… Tyres seem OK, but I wonder if the fuel will still be alright in the tank or will it have sludged up?
My son’s eyes lit up when he saw it, after having a go on the pillion of my BIL’s mini 125cc bike. I’ve tried to break the news to him that my scooter will be somewhat slower.
My daughter seems captivated too…
Photos taken 31/03/13
Starting last week, my sons local village primary school introduced roller skating lessons (or “roller” if you are French). We had bought Rémys’ some months ago, but we’d not really practiced a lot with him… naughty parents that we are!
So the week before the lessons started, we made a start, first Thumpah holding onto him then me taking my turn. Seems holding him while walking backwards is the best method. That way, he can lean forwards, bend his, knees and avoid crumpling into a heap on the ground.
Of course he has all the protection needed, helmet, knee and shoulder pads and hand/wrist straps. When Thumpah and me were kids, the only skates we remember had a wheel in each corner. Rémys are in-line skates… maybe we should have bought the old sort…
Tonight I finally managed to talk to my Uncle (Mum’s brother) on the phone after he emailed me his number.
My Mum is OK and didn’t seem too shocked about nearly losing her life in a smoke filled house. I’ve been told the Police & Ambulance service spent an hour trying to persuade her to go into hospital due to her pulse level and blood pressure being too high. She refused to go. So they advised her to find somewhere else to stay tonight while the house “aired”. My Uncle is putting her up. She’ll go back home tomorrow and depending on the state of the house, will be able to carry on living there.
It seems she had put something on to cook and had either forgotten about it or fell asleep in the living room. A friend of mine (and a good friend of my late Dad’s) along with a neighbour whose house backs onto my Mum’s back garden, noticed smoke coming from her kitchen window.
They quickly broke in and called the emergency services.
Had they not noticed the smoke, what *could* have happened doesn’t bear thinking about.
A report about the incident is to be sent to my Mum’s GP… So we’ll have to see what will happen now. Hopefully someone will sit up and take notice as last? My Mum has been seriously ill these last 35 years, since I was about 8 years old. Over that time we’ve been through some difficult times, yet the authorities have tended to take the stance that she is OK for her to “live in the community”. In the late 80′s she had spells in hospital, when she was first put on medication.
After nagging the Social Services last year, she now has a home-help go in 3 times a week. Despite this, my Uncle tells me that she hasn’t been using the heating in her house AT ALL. It has been cold here in France, but from what I’ve seen, England has had an even worse Winter than we have. So how can she live like that?
Cutting herself off from everyone, by unplugging her phone and not going to hospital appointments isn’t helping either.
Even so I will be contacting Social Services just to let them know I’m aware that this has happened at least. It is all I can do for the time being, until I hear about anything else. Will be calling my friend tomorrow – and will attempt to call my Mum on Saturday.
Past 1am now, so I’m heading for bed… hopefully I’ll get some sleep, as this evening has been just a tad worrying.
OK – I’m sure some of you think it is a bit odd for me to post something about this on here… maybe I just don’t know what to do? Still a bit shocked. I haven’t spoken to my Mum in over 6 months; very sporadically before that even. She is mentally ill and tends to unplug her phone for no reason – so every time I call either I just can’t get through, or go straight through to answerphone. Which she never listens to anyway.
My friend, who lives hear her place phoned me tonight to say that she nearly had a house fire, had put something on to cook and then fell asleep in the lounge. All I know is that she is OK and has been checked over by the Ambulance people. My friend was about to be checked over when he called me – so couldn’t stay too long on the phone.
If any friends, relatives or neighbours living in Braunstone Town – near Braunstone Cross Roads, hear anything about this – could they get in touch please.
So I write a post about never being asked to work with brands and products and then BOOM! Along comes an email suggesting sommat, and it's a beauty.
Linked down there *Points down there* is an ad for the new Fiat 500 and I'm on it like a car bonnet for a number of reasons, and not just because I've been paid £5,000,000 for doing so.
As I tweeted last night, I said I’d blog some photos of snow from 11 days ago… so here we are, my kids playing in the very last snows of 2013… In March, which is unheard of normally.
From our front gate we can just see the top of the local church, which looks rather nice in the snow.
Oooh look, snow… said Emma.
To make a mini snowman…
Took me ages to get a photo of Emma looking at me…
Meanwhile back with the snowman…
Mmm… yummy, but cold…
Don’t slam the door too hard…
Anyone for football, after my little snack?
Meanwhile back with the snowman…