Went a bit stir crazy today, as I had to take my car into my garage to be serviced and ended up sitting there for three and a half hours. Fair play, as I had a full service plus new brakes pads sorted, disc something or other and belt thingy bob replaced and a valet, so nice one.
On the way home, I think I have solved my problem of what work I can do when I've recovered from this transplant, as this government will want my benefits stopped and back out in the work place before I've even broken my new set of organs in! I have already been warned that this is what happens by Papworth.
Yay hit you when you are lease able to cope.
Anyway less of the political broadcast and on with my plan.
I was overtaken by a very flash and expensive looking black sports car on the Chelmsford/ Braintree bypass and I apologise now if this is your number plate, but it was V12 SPY.
How cool is that?!
And this car got me thinking, I decided that being a spy would be the perfect job for me.
Why? Let me explain how my weird but brilliant brain works.
1. As I have learnt how to be very patient from endless sitting around in hospitals, clinics etc. I would therefore be absolutely brilliant at stakeouts.
2. Because I'm a woman over 55 years old and all men can't be bothered to give our age group the once over until they have been blown out by the younger ladies. And younger women are so arrogant because of their youth, that they wouldn't even think we were worth a second or even a first look. So I can be invisible as usual.
3. All mad people like to talk a lot and I am a magnet for the outcasts of this world, just ask Julie. They all seem to make a beeline for me and I could get all sorts of crucial information from them as everyone else ignores them and they see all.
4. I am a master of disguise as Julie and Ann reckon I looked like a bag lady in my old winter coat. I'm sure I could resurrect that from the clothes bin and I'll blend in with the people that others wish to ignore.
5. I have my own wheelchair and as we know, Ironside solved all his mysteries with in an hour!
6. It wouldn't matter that I'd have to have masses of time off work to go to Papworth for weekly and monthly tests to see how I'm holding up, as much of the work would be at night and I can't go to sleep until very late anyway.
7. I don't have a flashy sports car with SPY on the number plate, so I won't blow my cover.
8. Ooo and I have a very smart black suit if I have to go to casinos dressed as a man. I do have very short hair too.
9. Ooo and I like olives which all spies have in their dry martinis, although I'd have to swap my martini for a water. A clear head though, so bonus.
Sorted... I am perfect for the job. I wonder if there are a lot of call for spies at the job centre?
I do believe they earn quite a bit of money too, so as I won't be able to live on my work pension without starving, I should be able to earn enough to eat more than a jacket potato and baked beans every other day for the rest of my days.
Call me Bond... Debbie Bond
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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