Grandma's Pudding Co

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Grandma's Pudding Co A specialist tea room & noshery supportinglearning disabled adults. We are a non-profit, self-funded establishment that serves meals, coffee, and cake.

Our tea room is non-discriminatory and open to all. PE22 8PQ Manor Bungalow, Howgarth Lane, Friskney. No need to book apart from afternoon teas. we need at least 24 hours notice. The menu's change daily, but in the winter, its soups, goulash, stews, panini. In the summer the menus are lighter with an unusual range of salads, such as charred lamb and carrot salad, Shredded venison and green salad with raspberry vinaigrette drizzle, country ham and mango salad, grilled steak with orange salad, grilled chicken salad, pomegranate, couscous and halloumi drizzle and of course more. we also do buffets at Β£9 per head and outside porcetta hog roasts. we can cater for vegetarian, gluten free, dairy free and vegan.

Temporary menu until I'm up on my feet.
23/10/2026

Temporary menu until I'm up on my feet.

22/10/2026

Good morning 😊
It's been a while!
I've been on a bit of a journey lately. Not the sort involving a suitcase, a beach and a nice hotel, unfortunately. More the sort where you can't get from A to B without a committee meeting, a recovery plan and possibly a winch! 🀣
I've learnt a lot whilst trying to heal, and although I'm pretty sure we're covered for physical disability, I'm going to put that to the test for myself as soon as I'm mobile enough. There's nothing quite like having to experience something yourself to discover where the problems are. Suddenly, things you never gave a second thought to become an Olympic sporting event!
I've started repairing a few bits at home, too. I have a few roof leaks on my conservatory. No, I've not climbed up there... yet! πŸ˜‚ I've identified what I need and managed to repair a few things from the inside. I'm not saying I'm steady on my feet, and with the weather as it is, I've not been venturing outside much. I'm recovering, not auditioning for a circus act!
I must thank Adrian and Samantha for all their help with getting me mobile, which is hopefully going to happen soon. And my sister, who's been helping me look forward rather than backwards. It's easy to keep looking at what you could do before, but I'm learning to concentrate on what I can do next. One small step at a time, even if that step currently requires the planning department! ❀️
I've set myself a few goals each day. Sometimes it's simply getting into the lounge and sitting for a while. A bit of dusting if I'm feeling adventurous, although I'm very grateful for my robot floor cleaner and vacuum cleaner. They're doing a sterling job whilst I'm supervising from the comfort of my recovery programme. Every household should have staff like that, and they don't even ask for tea! 🀣
I've also learnt to shower again, which, I don't care what anyone says, makes you feel so much better. It's amazing how something you usually do without thinking can suddenly feel like you've climbed Everest. No flags planted at the summit, but a clean person at the bottom! Small victories count.
I've been looked after so much by friends who've cooked for me, bought things for me and kept me entertained. I've even had a meeting with an outside agency in my bedroom! Luckily, I know them well. It would be a bit of a surprise if a complete stranger turned up to discuss business whilst I was still tucked up in bed! πŸ˜‚
Whilst my body has been trying to remember how to function properly, my brain has clearly been doing overtime.
I've redesigned the entrance to the tearoom. It's going to take time and money, but given my predicament, I'm trying to make access and parking easier for our customers. If life hands you a temporary change of direction, you might as well see if you can improve the road whilst you're there!
So that's plan 3, with a little bit of plans 1 and 2 thrown into the mixing bowl.
Plan 1 was just about to get underway but has been delayed. I know what needs doing; it's just working out the how, when and who's going to do it. Apparently, recovery doesn't come with a project manager, so I've had to appoint myself! πŸ€”
πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰ THE BIG NEWS! WE REOPEN ON MONDAY 26TH! πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‰
Yes, you read that correctly! The tearoom is reopening on Monday 26th!
Now, before you all come looking for me, I won't be there in person just yet. I'll be nearby, keeping an eye on things and ready to firefight if needed. At least, that's the plan until I get my new cast on Tuesday. I'm hoping that, with all the help I've been blessed with, I'll soon be able to get out and make my way up to the tearoom.
I've always said the tearoom is about our adults, and I have enormous confidence in them. One of our Directors will be at the helm, our participants will be doing what they do best, and I'll be somewhere nearby, probably trying not to interfere! πŸ˜‚
Think of it as taking the stabilisers off a bicycle. I know they can do it, and it's time for them to show everyone what they're capable of. Of course, I'll still be on standby. I'm not quite ready to hand over my imaginary firefighter's helmet!
Unfortunately, apart from two cakes, I'll have to buy in our cakes for now. Believe me, this is probably harder for me than it sounds. Being kept away from my kitchen is like asking a fish to take up cycling! As soon as I can get back into the tearoom and start cooking and mixing again, I'll be back doing what I love.
There'll be a temporary menu, which I'll post later, but there's still plenty to choose from. So don't think we're reopening with a kettle, two biscuits and a prayer! 🀣
What matters most to me is that our participants feel proud of themselves, gain confidence whilst I'm missing and discover just how much they can achieve. I want them to enjoy the experience, support each other and realise that they're an important part of what makes our tearoom special.
And that's where you come in.
PLEASE COME ALONG, SUPPORT THEM AND HELP MAKE OUR REOPENING A SUCCESS! ❀️
Give them your encouragement, your smiles and your lovely conversations. Let them know they're doing a brilliant job. A little kindness and patience go a long way, especially when people are learning, growing and stepping up.
My recovery journey is still very much a work in progress. At the moment, I'm probably more tortoise than hare, but at least I'm moving in the right direction! 🐒
There are still plenty of hurdles to negotiate, and I suspect a few more unexpected adventures along the way. But I'm looking forward, making plans and taking each day as it comes.
The tearoom is reopening, our adults are ready to shine, and I'm not going to let a cast and a slightly rebellious body stop us moving forward.
Monday 26th. Put it in your diary. We're back! πŸŽ‰β˜•πŸ°
See you later! 😊
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WritingGood morning. This isn't an update on me, I'm sure you're pretty bored of that by now, but a review. 🀣 I've never...
17/10/2026

Writing
Good morning. This isn't an update on me, I'm sure you're pretty bored of that by now, but a review. 🀣 I've never broken a bone in my life, so this is a new experience. When it's your arm, I guess you can just about cope. When it's your leg, hip or ankle, it's much more complicated, as that balance you've always relied on has suddenly been whipped away from you. If you've followed me for a while, you'll know my balance isn't great anyway, thanks to my spinal stenosis. My left leg is affected more, which is why I have the occasional fall. So losing the use of my right ankle has posed a whole new set of problems. Forget the pain for a moment. How do you cope on your own? Mum had a few things around the house that I could use. We did have her rollator, but I've no idea where that went. I think we've lent it to someone, but I'm not sure. πŸ€” So, how was I going to get about? The peeing in a bucket wasn't ideal, and I needed my independence back. I live on my own in this part of the world, so I needed to be able to manage some things myself. Forget standing around or cleaning. I'm talking about the bathroom, showering, washing my hair and all those everyday things you take for granted. So, I started looking at ways to get around. My initial thought was to use a rollator, rest my knee on it or sit down and push myself along. Not bad in a large area, but manoeuvrability was an issue. Then a customer and a friend both mentioned knee scooters. They're slim, a bit like a scooter, and actually quite light and easy to move. Yes, you might have to do a 50-point turn in a small space, but they work! So I ordered one, now called Neil. 🀣 I wasn't keen on spending a lot of money, especially as I didn't have much money to speak of, so I did some investigating and found one on Amazon. I'll add the pictures below. The knee pad, which also acts as a seat, was perhaps set a little too high for my first adventure. The handlebar height was lower, but I felt more stable with everything low down. Now I'm using it more, I could probably raise the handlebars. Neil has a shopping-type bag at the front, which is very useful for carrying my phone, just in case anything happens. My bedroom has carpet, but the rest of the place has wooden or tiled flooring. In my case, the brakes aren't something I'd rely on completely. Perhaps they need adjusting. On carpet, you don't seem to move as much, but I've actually found the hard flooring better because I can swing the back end around quite easily. He fits into my small bathroom with ease. I can reverse out or, if I'm feeling particularly ambitious, turn him around. Not quite a 50-point turn, but my hands can move him around without too much difficulty. Neil has two wider wheels at the front, a footrest, which I currently have on the wrong side, and two wheels at the back that are much closer together. I haven't quite worked out what to do with the footrest yet. πŸ€” There were more expensive versions, although I'm not quite sure what the extra benefits would have been. Neil has definitely been worth purchasing. I only found one second-hand one, but obviously I couldn't get there. To be honest, it was Β£70. Neil cost me Β£104 all told. I'm not averse to spending that sort of money. I'm a carer and, of course, a volunteer, but I'm so glad I bit the bullet. Highly recommended! Next, it was the loo. Neil got me there safely, but the drop onto the toilet seat is just so low when you're unsteady, let alone when you can't put weight on one leg. I'd seen toilet seat additions, most around four inches high. I wasn't keen on having one, but it was another necessity if I was going to keep my independence. I ordered one with its own seat, six inches high. So much better! I'm only 5ft 3, but this height was perfect. No more sliding down and struggling to get back up. The marble walls have probably heard enough of my adventures already! 🀣 It cost Β£44, but with the lid on top and the extra height, I felt it was worth it. I didn't want to buy that second-hand. If you can manage a higher seat, I'd recommend it. After all, those extra two inches made all the difference. πŸ˜‡πŸ€£ Next came shower day. I can't get the cast wet, so I ordered a shower cover for my leg. This was essential. There was no way I was going back to A&E to get the cast changed because I'd managed to soak it! Again, I shopped around, read the reviews, weighed up the pros and cons and looked at the prices. For Β£8.45, with a good discount from Amazon, I bought a shower boot. It was a bit of a struggle to get on at first because the rubbery material around the top is quite tight. This one was guaranteed not to rip and could be used over and over again. I didn't want to keep throwing them away and buying new ones. The bin bag idea was good, but not perfect. Besides, my affiliation with bin bags isn't a good one if you read yesterday's post! 🀣 For something reusable, I didn't think the price was bad. Once it was on, the material was good, and it kept my leg completely dry. It was a little tight around my thigh, although it didn't let any water in. Perhaps if I'd pulled it down to the top of my cast, just over it, it might not have been so tight. No circulation problems, just a tight fit. It did its job, dried well and wasn't flimsy. A bargain! I already had a shower chair, which is a must if, like me, you have a weak leg or bad hips. I've seen them second-hand. Mine isn't perfect, but it was Mum's, so it's staying. The legs could do with a bit of paint, but I don't have the time or inclination to do that. It would need waterproof paint, something like Hammerite. That's another job for another day, and we all know how those go! πŸ˜‚ And finally, my last expense was SlimGuy. I've seen these sorts of things in Tesco. I think they're around Β£15, but SlimGuy was more expensive at Β£33. However, he offered more stability, was made from a memory-foam-type filling and was washable. Well, the outside was! He has arms that wrap around your sides, pockets in the arms and an attached head pillow if you want it. He's pretty stable, too. Usually, after an hour or so propped up on pillows, I slide down and end up almost horizontal again. Having only one foot to push myself back up isn't ideal, especially when it's the weaker leg. For a last thought, although I'm not going to do anything about it because I'm happy enough, the bed is a little low. Not by much, but getting myself off it and onto Neil takes a bit of effort. I did look around at other online shops, but went back to Amazon. Being a Prime member made the items cheaper, including postage. Now I'm on the hunt for a mobility scooter or electric chair. This will have to be second-hand, depending on what works best with my leg and the rough ground I need to travel over. The tearoom entrance isn't a problem. The ramps we have are spot on, and many of our customers in wheelchairs or scooters manoeuvre around inside perfectly well. It's the stability on grass that I'm concerned about. Hopefully, it won't be too muddy, but who knows what the weather will do between now and December! 🌧️ One of the problems with buying second-hand is the batteries. I do have one of those folding scooters, but I remember that even after we had its folding mechanism fixed, it still played up. Getting that sorted is another option, but I don't know how much it would cost. It was expensive when we bought it for Mum, so I'll have to investigate. So, I'm no specialist by any means, but I've had to think outside the box to stay independent. I've probably done too much, and I know it because my ankle is aching. But now I've mastered so much, there's not quite the same urgency to get everything done at once. One step at a time, or in Neil's case, one wheel at a time! 🀣 Now, if I can just master getting the tearoom open without wearing myself out in the process, we'll be getting somewhere.
See you later. 😊

16/10/2026

Good morning 😊
Firstly, the big news! We will be reopening on 26th October. ❀️
I know it's taking a little longer than the week we originally hoped for, and I'm sorry about that. Most of our Directors have full-time jobs and other commitments next week, so we need a little more time to get everything organised. Although I'm still not allowed out because of my ankle, I still haven't worked out how I'd manage to get myself into the tearoom anyway! πŸ˜‚
Something that has really astounded me is the number of genuine offers of help I've received with my predicament. It's been quite overwhelming, and I really do appreciate it. ❀️
Early in the week, I thought this might be a good opportunity to go on a bit of a diet. Come bouncing back into the tearoom two stone lighter! I'd be like a new model, straight off the production line. 🀣
Well, how wrong was I?
By the end of last night, I felt as though I'd eaten a meal for 5,000 people. I've been surviving on Cup-a-Soups and apples, so perhaps my body decided it was time to replenish the supplies. Apparently, my stomach had other plans for my diet! πŸ˜‚
Amanda had made a huge, delicious cottage pie, and whilst chatting to Henk and Amanda, I'd scoffed the lot. The WHOLE Tupperware box, filled to the brim! Carrots, peas, potatoes, beef and cheese. The works!
I now feel like a walrus that's swallowed a beach ball. 🦭
Henk had bought a packet of half-chocolate-covered Viennese biscuits earlier. I had a few, but he managed to polish off the rest himself. Thank heavens I didn't have those as well. I'd have needed a crane to get me off the bed!
I also have coffee sachets... Yippee! And a box of Galaxy bars. I've not seen them packaged like that before, but apparently, we're on a one-a-day diet with those. That's the diet sorted then. A balanced nutritional plan of coffee, chocolate and the occasional apple! 🀣
Thank you, Amanda. I really do appreciate it all.
Angel Anne popped in with some lovely-smelling rose petals from our kitchen garden, and our exterminator, Stef, dropped off some chestnuts. Gosh, I feel thoroughly spoilt at the moment. The chestnuts need roasting, but I have a plan for those too. My little bedroom is beginning to resemble a branch of the local provisions shop! πŸ₯°
Now, I did have one slight issue once everyone had left!
During the day, I'd asked for some bin bags. Two different lots arrived and were put in the bedroom where I'm currently residing. Perfect! With all these wrappers and apple cores, I certainly needed them.
I decided I needed a trip to the loo and to close a few curtains, so I attempted to get myself onto Neil, my trusty knee scooter. Yes, we've established that's his name. Neil. Knee...l. 🀣
Up I went, pushing a couple of times to get some momentum, when my broken-ankle leg caught a bin bag. I accidentally dragged it over with Neil, my leg shot off to the right, and I landed rather spectacularly in the middle of the saddle.
Not only was I in a rather precarious position, but the shock also caused me to release my bladder onto my beautiful pink sheepskin rug!
NO! NO, PLEASE! I shouted out loud, by which time it was all over. 😱
Totally gutted with myself for not putting the bin bags in the kitchen, I sat there absolutely fraught. Then the laughter took over. What else could I do? It was either laugh or start charging the rug rent for its new indoor swimming pool!
If anyone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen tears streaming down my cheeks, my right leg in its cast sticking out to the side, and a rather uncovered rude bit! πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈπŸ˜‚
Actually, that reminded me of something that happened when I was teaching.
I used to run a behaviour unit in a house. Most of the work was done upstairs, with the downstairs being used for lunch. Year 7 pupils would come over from the main school as runners, delivering notes and schoolwork.
One day, I was at the top of the stairs, just about to take my first step down, when I slipped!
Now, you really need to picture this. The stairs were quite steep, with walls enclosing both sides.
Wearing a fairly long, flowing skirt, I started bumping down the stairs on my bum, one step at a time. In a desperate attempt to slow myself down, I pushed both legs out wide. My legs ended up stretched out either side, balanced on the handrails, whilst my skirt rode up around my neck, revealing all and sundry of the next day's washing! 😳
I was going down those stairs like a sack of potatoes with absolutely no steering mechanism!
And there, just arriving at the behaviour unit, was a little Year 7 boy.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He turned away, covered his eyes and said, "Miss, do you need some work bringing?"
I quickly pulled my skirt down, reached the bottom, released my legs from either side of the rails and politely replied, "No, we are fine, thank you!"
My colleague, who had exactly the same sense of humour as me, came to investigate the commotion. She found me at the bottom of the stairs in absolute hysterics. I couldn't stop laughing. She sat down beside me on the steps, and we were both cackling like hyenas! 🀣🀣🀣
That poor boy was probably scarred for life. He'd be in his late thirties by now!
Apparently, he'd gone back to reception and announced that he thought Miss might need some help. Bless him! I expect he's still telling that story at family gatherings, although I suspect I've become considerably more dramatic with every retelling!
Back to yesterday evening...
I had to prise myself off the floor, get myself back onto Neil, manoeuvre my way to the bathroom and rescue my lovely rug by throwing it into the washing machine.
It says machine washable, so that's fine. Easy enough to do when the washing machine is in my bedroom...
Inside a cupboard!
Yes, I call it my utility room. πŸ˜‚
So, even though I'm surrounded by four walls, I still manage to get myself into some scrapes. Honestly, I'm like a one-woman disaster movie, except the budget is smaller and the special effects involve bin bags and a rather unfortunate sheepskin rug!
I'm back resting, foot up, and still giggling about both incidents, shaking my head at the things I manage to do.
And there was me thinking this would be a quiet week of recovery. At this rate, I need a camera crew following me around. Nobody would believe half of it otherwise! 🀣
So, 26th October it is! ❀️
We really have missed seeing everyone, having a good old natter, serving up your favourites and welcoming you through the door. The tearoom just isn't the same without you all! πŸ₯°
Please put the date in your diaries and come and see us when we reopen. Whether you're popping in for a cuppa and a slice of cake, a bite to eat or simply a good old chat, we'd love to see you. There's always a warm welcome waiting, and probably a tale or two to tell!
Thank you for all your kindness, patience and support whilst I've been out of action. The offers of help, the food, the little treats and the messages have meant more than you know. It's reminded me just how lucky we are to have such lovely people around us. ❀️
Sorry it's taking a little longer than the week we originally hoped for, but these things happen. Sometimes life throws you a curved ball, and occasionally it throws you off a knee scooter and onto a sheepskin rug! πŸ˜‚
Right, back to resting before I manage to injure something else. I'm clearly safer when I'm horizontal!
26th October. We can't wait to welcome you all back! β˜•οΈπŸ°β€οΈ
Will speak soon. 😊
Finally, congratulations to my lovely friends M&D. I'm gutted im going to miss the wedding. I was so looking forward to it. Have a fabulous day and evening. Love to you both xx

15/10/2026

Good morning.
Well, I'm becoming a little whizz on the knee scooter! 😁 I took off to go into the lounge and, for a moment, I was a schoolgirl again, zooming about like I had a shiny new scooter and not a poorly ankle. I was half expecting someone to shout, β€œMind the puddles!” as I sailed past without a care in the world. πŸ›΄πŸ˜‚
I made a small venture into the conservatory too. It was with some trepidation, but this little scooter didn't let me down. It has become my trusty three-wheeled steed, although it is perhaps a little less glamorous than a pony. I did get a bit overzealous at one point and managed a few skids on the hard floor. One of them was a little unnerving, so I had to give myself a good talking to. 🀣 I'm supposed to be healing, not auditioning for the next series of Strictly or trying out for Scooter Grand Prix!
The knee pad, which doubles up as a seat, could do with a little extra padding, or perhaps a nice soft material to take the edge off the soreness. At the moment, it feels a bit like sitting on a very determined wooden plank. Then again, perhaps I've been using it a little too much today. I can't say my ankle isn't throbbing because it most certainly is at the moment. I'm still learning this strange concept of resting, but hopefully, if I behave myself, things will calm down. 😌
I know I can't get out just yet, but I'm planning my escape! I know I've got around three months of this, but fingers crossed I heal quickly and get back on two feet. 🀞 Until then, I'll be patrolling the house like a tiny one-legged traffic warden.
Now, before anyone panics, the tearoom is reopening very soon! We are working hard on a rota so that, hopefully, we can be back open either by Monday or the following Monday. The tearoom will be ready to welcome everyone again, even while I recover at home.
And yes, our stunning, tasty, mouth-watering rare-breed sausage breakfasts will be back too! πŸ˜‹ We offer three choices depending on just how hungry you are: small, medium and large. I could eat one right now, but that's not going to happen while I'm still laid up with my leg in the air. I might have to start dreaming about sausages instead. πŸ˜‚ Perhaps a giant sausage breakfast will appear in my dreams, complete with a tiny chef's hat.
Of course, our coffee will be waiting for you as well. It is beautiful and smooth, not bitter: properly ground and brewed at the right temperature, just as it should be. I miss our coffee! πŸ₯² I miss the tearoom, the chatter and seeing everyone.
But not for long! Some of our participants are now working to such a high standard that they can run the tearoom themselves. This is exactly what it is all about: giving adults with learning disabilities the skills, confidence and opportunity to do things for themselves. Their hard work and progress have been fantastic, and now they will have the chance to show everyone just how capable they are. They will be keeping the tearoom shipshape while I captain my sofa-based scooter fleet. 😊
I'm incredibly proud of what our participants have achieved. Their growing confidence, independence and ability to take on responsibility are wonderful to see. The reopening is not just about serving delicious breakfasts and coffee; it is also a chance for them to celebrate their achievements and put their skills into practice.
I'm planning my escape as I type, so don't be surprised if you see me whizzing about somewhere before too long!
I will remember to tuck my feet into my pockets next time, though. My dad used to say that whenever I fell over. 😁 I never really thought about the practical implications until now. Perhaps he was onto something! It might be the secret technique for avoiding future adventures in gravity.
So, the plaster episodes are all over for now. It's just the healing to get through, and perhaps a new cast at the end of the month.
It's a week today since I fell, just two steps from the car after physio. Who'd have thought two little steps could cause so much trouble? No doubt I'll need physio again a few months down the line to get everything working properly.
So don't forget us! The tearoom will be reopening very shortly, with our rota in place, our rare-breed sausage breakfasts ready, and our smooth, properly brewed coffee waiting for you. Most importantly, our participants will be showing what they can do and continuing to build their independence. Our primary goal is to support adults with learning disabilities in Lincolnshire. This is just a little setback, not the end of the road.
I'm also keeping my eyes peeled for a mobility scooter, so if you spot one going cheap, let me know! I could be off on my travels before you know it. 😁 I may soon be cruising around like the queen of the pavements, waving regally at everyone as I pass.
See you soon! ❀️

14/10/2026

Part 6
Good morning. So now the battle commences! Painkillers, check. Blood thinners, check. Anti-swelling medication for the Mick Jagger lips, check. And a few other unmentionables that I don't need right now, as either the shock to my body is controlling things or a tablet is helping in that department. πŸ˜… I've set myself two things to master. Getting on and off the knee trolley and using the loo. Two seemingly simple tasks, unless you're me, with one leg out of action and the other suddenly expected to do the work of a small army! The knee trolley is a great invention (thank you, Elaine!). When you have one leg and the other isn't allo
wed to weight bear, what a brilliant bit of kit. You kneel on it with your injured foot and scoot along with your other foot. It has handlebars and brakes. Not that the brakes work particularly well on smooth floors, but the idea is brilliant! My first attempt at getting onto it was like trying to mount a racehorse after three pints, whilst wearing a wetsuit and carrying a sack of potatoes. Where exactly do you get on? Which side do you approach it from? And how on earth do you get your leg up there when your arms have all the strength of a couple of overcooked spaghetti strands? 🀣 After about 12 attempts, my good leg, along with some assistance from my rather feeble arms, managed to propel me upwards into the kneeling position. I felt like I'd just conquered Everest, only without the view, the fresh air or the Sherpa. Great! Hold tight and scoot. Remarkably, it went forwards! I steered it into the bathroom with all the confidence of a learner driver who has just discovered the steering wheel works. The brakes, however, were more of a polite suggestion than an actual stopping mechanism. Now for the next challenge. Getting onto the loo without putting any weight on the injured leg. It felt a very long way down. The loo suddenly looked less like a toilet and more like the bottom of a well. One arm clinging to the doorframe, the other sliding down the marble wall, searching for grip. I was lowering myself with all the grace of a wardrobe being delivered downstairs without a staircase. Somehow, I made it! Not exactly a royal landing, but at least I was safely parked. 🚽 Time to get off again. Now, getting ON the loo is one thing. Getting OFF it is an entirely different Olympic sport. There I was, perched on the throne, wondering how the ancient Egyptians managed to build pyramids when I couldn't even get myself upright from a toilet seat. My arms were hanging on for dear life, my good leg was doing its best impression of a rusty jack, and the injured one was about as useful as a chocolate fireguard. I pushed, pulled, shuffled and reconsidered every decision that had led me to this moment. If anyone had been watching, they'd have thought I was auditioning for a low-budget remake of Mission: Impossible. Except Tom Cruise gets paid millions, and I was just trying to get to the sink! With all the manoeuvring in that tiny space, this felt impossible. Half an hour later, I was getting tired. I actually considered sleeping in there because I couldn't see another option. Head bowed, almost ready to give up, I suddenly remembered something in the front pocket of the knee trolley. My phone! I'd put it there before setting off on my little adventure. Thank goodness for small mercies. I called Mark, hoping he wouldn't just bring me blankets and pillows again, or I really would be sleeping in the bathroom. No answer. I rang again. Still no answer. Well, this was getting awkward! I could see it now. The next visitor would find me there, permanently installed, like a new bathroom fixture. Perhaps I could charge admission. Should I just give up? I'm quite good at kipping just about anywhere, but no, I had to do this. Half an hour later, I managed to lift my left leg high enough to get myself into a standing position. Success! I was upright, victorious and only slightly resembling a marionette whose strings had got tangled. We would have to rethink the arrangements, but at least I could reach the sink, flush the loo and even clean it from that position. I might be incapacitated, but standards must be maintained! 🀣 Reversing was surprisingly good. The trolley manoeuvres backwards quite well. I just had to skid the back end around to get it pointing in the right direction before I reached the bedroom carpet. Think supermarket trolley with a dodgy wheel, except this one had me on top of it and no one to push me. And there I was, back at the bedside. My knee was quite high, but I still had to dismount. Getting off the trolley was now the final boss in a computer game. I'd conquered the loo, survived the bathroom and negotiated the corridor. Surely the mattress couldn't be another obstacle course? Apparently, it could. So, with a tight leg swing and what can only be described as a Jackie Chan roll, I launched myself onto the mattress! Less martial arts master, more sack of spuds falling out of a wheelbarrow, but I made it! SUCCESS! πŸŽ‰ I was rather pleased with myself. I've learnt a few things. I need a higher loo seat and a lower setting on the knee trolley. Little adjustments that might make the next expedition slightly less like an assault course and more like a trip to the seaside. Once I'd got the hang of it, I took a spin into the kitchen and lounge, then reversed all the way back into the bedroom. Look at me go! Who needs a personal trainer when you can have a full workout just trying to get on a trolley and off the loo? I've worked muscles I didn't even know I had. 🀣 One small step for the knee trolley, one giant leap for independence. Tomorrow, I might attempt. something more ambitious. Perhaps making a cup of tea. Although, at this rate, I'll need a support team, a safety briefing and a helicopter on standby. Let's see what today's adventures bring. πŸ˜…
There are plans to reopen. The tearoom next week. I will let you know, when I'm told, which is not really the correct way around.

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