Queuing and losing..

05.01.2013

It was as strange day today, I got up nice and on time ready to collect Dan from work, got there on time and then waited outside the house for the next 55 minutes, waiting for the next person to come on shift to arrive. It's so annoying because if Dan is going to be even ten minutes late, he phones in to let them know and yet this guy has to concern whatsoever, he didn't answer his phone at all and then just rolled up and walked in with no explanation at all. 

This then put the whole morning out of kilt, which was going to be a rush anyway as Dan had plans at 11 (bearing in mind that Dan should have finished at 10!) It was a strange day to be honest as when Dan finishes work we usually spend the day together but as he had planned to go on a motorbike ride with a friend, I had to make my own plans - I can tell you're just as shocked as I was! So yes, anyway getting back to the motorbike thing... I wasn't very happy, truth be told, about him going on this ride as I knew it was a powerful bike and yet I had no idea whothis guy was, whether he was a good driver, whether he was used to carrying a passenger, or anything and it scared me to death.. I think I have watched too many 'Helicpoter Heroes' type programmes as all I can see when I look at a motorbike - apart from the sexiness of it - is an accident waiting to happen! 

Anyway, he went out for a few hours and came back safely and I got a nice fancy meal and a visit to the cinema to make it up to me for scaring me silly... so it worked out all round really! There was one thing while we were at the cinema that really got my back up though and that's really why I decided to write this....

So, you're a lady and you need to use the ladies room.. But, there's a queue.. What, in that case, would you do? Would you:

Cut, bruised and as happy as a kid in a sweet shop!

For the eagle eyed of you who have bothered to read the 'about me' section of my page will have noticed that I play and coach wheelchair basketball.. And, if you read my last post you will have also noticed that today I attended the second part of my Grade 2 Wheelchair Basketball Coaching Course. I've been coaching for a while now but to be able to coach a league game and also for insurance purposes at the venue we use, I need to have my certificate to say I know what I'm doing and that I'm safe!

I've been playing the sport since I was 13, I saw an advert in the local newspaper advertising a disabled sports group called Jigsaw who wanted new people to come along and try out wheelchair basketball. Up until that point I had never played any team sports, I used to be a swimmer until I had an operation on my spine which limited my movement and made it somewhat more difficult, but I'd never had any interest in any other sport. Around this time I had been getting a lot of chest infections and I was rather shy and quiet (stop laughing, honestly it's true!) and so after a discussion with Mum about it, we decided it might be good for me to go along and have a go. I kind of begrudgingly said I would, on the condition I could take a friend and so the next Tuesday, Chris my best friend and I went down to the leisure centre and took part in our first basketball session....