I cried as I walked.
Every step that I took was followed with a weep.
People have written me off after my brain injury.
I'm no longer like them; these whole people.
No one has a broken brain.
I'm in another world.
I'm no longer myself as they say to others.
Why am I not "Normal" again.
I continue saying "Why ME!" but why has this happened to me!
This is the curiosity of the Brain Injury.
I got ready to go and meet up with The Mayor for his Charity Event at the fireworks evening.
"C'mon, are you ready!" He said through the glass window.
"2 ticks" I said as I stood up and threw the coat on.
We laughed as we walked round to our transport area.
Look at these 2 pictures......... The pictures were taken by a non-smoker? Confused!
The first one has the blue squiggles across the picture.......How does that happen!
Automatically I thought.......Who Smokes?..............!
I wonder if Edd Felix from The Derby Gaol, the haunted 18th century jail could tell me about this?
He does Spooky Stuff!
Then the next picture was clear; Hmmmmm?
|The Mayor of Chesterfield & Me!|
|The Mayor organised the buckets for us all.|
|Sharon and I, were positioned at one of the gates at Stand Road Park with the Charity buckets.|
|We just manned this gate and this lovely lady gave the charity bucket a gift (GULP! by me!)|
|This compassionate family showed us all their graciousness, they showed me kindness and courtesy with ease.|
The Mayor arrived to say Hello to all.
These beautiful ladies had so much kindness for The Mayors Charity's.
|I needed to sit down and the Emergency people gave me a seat to rest my legs.|
ThanX Emergency Ambulance Troopers for the seat that night. It was difficult for me to just stand in the one position. I needed to rest my legs but I was very determined and still stayed there to our end to help The Mayor and his Charitys.
|All the Emergency vehicles were ready to go.|
|The Fair in flow.|
|When did he turn up? Guy Fawkes!|
|Where did I go.......!|
|The security on the gate.|
|This Ambulance man looked at my sick finger!|
The Fifth of November
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England's overthrow.
But, by God's providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James's sake!
If you won't give me one,
I'll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn'orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!
|It was an honour to be pictured with The Boys in Blue. |
|You could only see the high viz waistcoats.|
|We talk and talk and talk.|
These ladies were taking the numbers of people entering and exiting.
|The girls assisted The Mayor|
|Here we go!|
Thankyou Mayor for a superb bright colourful evening of fireworks. THE END.