Where is my whistle and streamers?

Could my days get anymore diverse?

Last night we sat watching the Festival Players Theatre Company performing 'Taming of the Shrew' and tonight Ann and myself sat in the dark wearing dark glasses watching 'Kung Fu Panda 2' in 3d at the cinema and I loved them both!
Also the weather was as different as it possibly could be too. Last night we were sitting freezing in a barn with as many clothes on as we could possibly move in and today we were sitting in the sunshine watching Braintree Carnival.
They say variety is the spice of life!

I am on a mission to find things to do through out the summer and keep my need for entertainment satisfied, but at the same time must be something that I can do without too much worry about oxygen and walking too far.
I've always been someone that needs something to look forward to and as my future seems to be very much in the hands of others at the moment, until I know what they are planning than I have to be creative with my outings.
I am lucky that I find the most simplest of things fun and that I am not a spoilt little rich girl that only a holiday in the Maldives with designer clothes etc will appease.

Today sitting in my wheelchair by the side of the road waiting in the sunshine for the strains of the first marching band to make their appearance, I couldn't have been happier.
I had my bag of loose change that I swapped with my ex to give to the children dressed up as story book characters and life felt good.
We waved back at the pretty visiting carnival queens who were wearing their fixed smiles, smiled at the little children on their colourful floats and tapped our feet to the music of the marching bands.
At the risk of upsetting and alienating myself from mothers with children in marching bands, we giggled at the mothers that maybe were taking the whole thing more serious than their daughters.
There was one mum, who had actually grabbed herself a flag and was dancing away at the front of the troop in a world of her own.
You could almost hear the daughter going 'Mum!' through gritted teeth from the back of the troop! I take it was her, as she had a face like thunder and was looking daggers at the happy mum who was fifteen again and loving it!

And as we ran out of floats and collectors before we ran out of loose change, we went off and got ourselves a milkshake at an outside cafe with our spoils.
Sitting there counting out the coppers and the silver, was almost getting something for nothing and 'Ooo' the taste... straight back to my childhood.
I might not be able to dance like that flag waving mum, but I was right with her on the milkshake front!

Lots of love Debbie x