January 21
Hallo again
I am gutted! Well and truly. My very first day's blog has disappeared into thin air. (what a silly expression – I'll have to set up a cliché watch)Anyway.In Tuesdays blog I explained a bit about myself so Here goes.


I'm Selina (Well no I'm not m not (she explained frankly and confusingly That's not what my parents christened me but they should have or should of as they say\) It's the name of my granny and seeing as she is dead (aged 99) and my mother too (aged 100) and I will be the next granny I think I qualify to change my name. (is that falso logic or what?)



I am an ms sufferer and I fwant to tell you about my life, and how I cope rather than telling you not to eat chocolate (one of the main causes of ms I read recently), or recommending a daily vitamin intake or going to a healer You can read about these things elsewhere. I'll just tell you what works for me (almost everybody who crosses my path actually .)
To help me formulate my thoughts, last night I watched a programme about diarists . What Ireally wanted to see was the Samuel Pepys programme but I seem to have deleted that along with the first page of my blog.



Digression allert)I must just remind those of you who are older about the Benny Hill sketch which consisted of a load of innuendo about maids undressing sung to a jaunty ballad-type song each verse culminating in he line 'Bu-ut naughty Sumuel peeps!


Virginia Woolf who was a great diarist had an entry about an unsuitable hat! Adrian Mole was also quoted as saying said that he was going to write his life down as that way it might seem more interesting. Inspired by Virginia and Adrian I shall continue with my story.


Yesterday morning I had to get up bathed and hair washed in order to go to hospital early for a physio session. As I had my delicious bath with loads of hot water and prepared myself for exerise, I was reminded of that time in France where I had forced myself to go for a long swim on a cold day in summer ( summer? France​?).The ubiquitous and enthusiast campsite owner (who wanted to practise her English as much as I wanted to practice my /French so it was a constant battle of wills) leapt out from behind a bush as I was stuggling back to our pitch with my walking stick and invited me to use the disabled shower . (at least I think she id) (Madame you like to use the room for incapacities?) What bliss! Instead of a concrete floor, lukewarm water and no space swing a cat (cliché alert !!!)a I showered in a warm space l with hooks for towels and clothes and delicious hot water. The only thing not provided was the the cat.I hadn't realized how privileged handicapped people were. Now I have lovely hot w\ater every day and a lovely husband dancing attendance..


Said loely husband took me out to the car half an hour later to go to the hospital only to find or rather not find his car keys were not in his pocket. It started to rain a bit to add to his consternation.. 'I'll just leave you here' he threw over his shoulder, as he escaped into the house leaving me stranded on the drive 'you like the rain dont you? he shouted from the porch What he doesnt realize is that there is a whole lot of difference between sitting in the conservtory and listening to the rain gently pattering on the roof or playing croquet fully waterproofed playing your heart out secure in the knowledge that no=one wants to watch in the rain.


We reached the hospital eventually. I must say I am an advocate of physio even if it is only the white coat effect which enables you to do all sorts of things watched by the somewhat jaundiced eye of your ever-lovimg carer who has never seen the like before.and cannot understand where your new skills come from. By now you must be wondering about the care I am receiving but honestly he does his best and it could happen to anyone.