The  local council has c****d up again.

I can live with flannel washes, just as well really, last time I was able to use a bath was several years ago because of arthritis related problems, and a shower was last had on December 12th 2016 after my stroke and before going home from hospital.

They refuse to take a CHARITABLE DONATION, which has been offered and could speed things up, but WILL put in a wet room SOMETIME (it’s a social housing old persons bungalow) but they don’t consider it to be an urgent matter! (bet they had a proper wash today, I must smell awful). One day I’ll be clean again – what a day that’ll be, I look forward so much to it.

But the real problem came this month – as a partially paralysed stroke victim I was given an attendance allowance at the highest level. (OF COURSE, as an OAP, not until I had been ill for the statutory waiting period of 6 months during which time of course I only might have been ill, (I just happened to be in hospital FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS) It’s odd how you are considered eligable for it all until 23.59 on the last day of normal life, and then all of  sudden you become an OAP, and your rights disapear and you have to fight every step of the way, just to qualify for a reasonable standard of life, when you are least able to stand up to be counted. Maybe I should have been born abroad – I’LD GET IT ALL THEN  – AND QUICKLY !!!

My wife was also allowed to request, and got , an allowance of sorts as a carer, and that is where the real problems kicked in. MDDC have admitted they MADE A MISTAKE – Ok we all do sometimes –  even me -as they couldn’t pay us the cash, they were supposed to increase the amount of benefit given. Instead of this, which would have effectively given us an increase of about £120.00 a month in our bank, they stopped all allowances on rent and council tax, and instead took the money from our bank account.

END RESULT – adding it all up – we are around £250.00 worse off each month (at least by my reckoning) than we should be – we may eat during week 4 this month  who cares –  APPARENTLY NOT THE MID DEVON DISTRICT COUNCIL STAFF, and, they said, they might eventually refund the cash they have taken. Good of them, so far they have only got a little bit !!!

I WONDER WHEN ! The attitude of the staff throughout most of this episode leaves a lot to be desired!

When I stopped working, I supported my family totally for 7 years – never asking for help – rather than begging from the state, (which used up all our lifetime savings of around £100,000), and now in our time of need ………….


It seems NOT in the local authority offices, where the needs and feelings of others just don’t seem to count anymore.


Mean time – back on the ranch – everything else is well.

Age UK is helping us with the above , but it’s all going too slowly for me, as usual, but in spite of it all ( even the MDDC ) I’m still laughing through the pain,

Keep going folks WE WILL WIN.


(Forgive the sarcasm and the moans – it had to be said, and it’s made me feel better to say it)


Well, at least we’re alive – well I am anyway. Couldn’t wish for much more really.

The other saying we had/have is “Hard life ‘innit”some of you may remember that one. Well it still is (thank him up there), but by heck in don’t half hurt at times (his fault)

My joints are shot – especially my hip and left shoulder joints – and my ankle and wrist on the left (paralysed) side are seized up, leading to lost sleep and hours of acute pain, and my hips are up the creek, but so what – if I can feel it all, at least I am still aware, and I have found that the use of heat bags we got from Dunelm Mill a few  years ago alleviates the pain to a degree, so there is a bright side of life – as there always is if we look for it.Also  on the bright side – my son in-law repaired the shelf I broke when I fell a few months ago, and what a good job he did. Thanks pal. The help and support of close family is humbling believe me.

Too – my printer is up and running again – quickly replaced by good old Amazon. Saved the day again.

Finally my (new) physio is GOOD, and has started my wife off with exercises for me to continue my rehab with. I swear she  enjoys doing it (causing me pain I mean), but I don’t mind really – every OUCH is a step forwards, and it’ll get there one day.

So there we go again – there’s good and not so good in everything (no BAD really) and life goes on so we’ve not really much to moan about if we think about it.

I’ve weaned myself off the anti depressant tablets – half a pill a week – and so far no effects – I’ll keep you advised. I suppose I’ll let the Doctor know one day as well. I sometimes think the one who put me on them did so “just in case” because by then I was over the stroke and starting rehab, and I was not depressed at all. Still  – I can control my own life, and being happy doing it is a major plus. So  – when all’s said and done – aren’t I lucky.

See ya soon

Tony strokes again! No that should have been STRIKES

It’s encouraging to see the recorded followers numbers building (thanks to you all) – today I am just like the weather here – sunny with cloudy intervals, if you know what I mean, and most of the time I feel good.

Outside it is absolutely gorgeous, but clouds over from time to time, bit like me in some ways, I even cloud over for short bursts, (between being gorgeous  that is of course – haha). The hills and countryside are mainly bathed in sunshine, and that makes all of us feel better – long may it last.

People tell me “it’s a long job” getting over a stroke – do you know what “THEY ARE RIGHT”, but I am already over the stroke bit, and the after effects are showing daily improvements, so I’ll make them eat their words one day.

Meanwhile life goes on – and improves – as will we all I hope – I walk a little farther every day that I can, albeit still quite slowly, (and my legs ache like b*****y), – still – I am able to use my fingers, hand and arm more and more (it’s great to do my own scratching, shame in some ways, I was getting her indoors nicely trained) – I’ll keep you informed on my progress, and hers – bless her.

Bye till the next time,


ps – Thanks for your words of support and advice. (if it was you, you’ll know who I’m talking to, it is just what I needed.)


Is that a word – if not let’s make it one.

It’s still wonderful to be here – the outside world is burgeoning – I watch it through the window, sometimes it is sunny, sometimes rainy, ALL the time its great, and when the time comes I’ll get out there and enjoy being a part of it.

Only trouble is – when will it come ?

Still working on the physiotherapy – still getting better at some of the movements – still at risk of falling (I’m getting quite good at that) – STILL quite p****d off with it all. What can I say. As my grandpa used to say “There’s many a person in the graveyard that would happily change places with us survivors”  so I just get on with it.

I have a wonderful family, who give me lots of support, and without whom I would have nothing much really, bless ’em, and I have all of you, THANK YOU for sharing this with me. It really helps to put all of this out there. So yes, I am still rehabbing – still p*****d off in many ways – but aren’t I lucky,


p.s the bruises are getting to be really colourful now.