Freeze frame.

The tap drips in the kitchen sink, keeping the pipes from cracking into an expensive fountain, spraying money across the garden. Its ridiculously cold. Don't stay out too long, you'll get frostbite and die. Lovely.Where's the skiing? Where are the snowmobile runs? All I see are pissed off people, trying to will spring into existence. Well not all of them. There are people whose favourite time of year is winter.
"I just love the snow!"
Fuck off back to Narnia, and take it with you.

Winter.

Winter is the worst time of year for MS. It always has been. This year it seems even more difficult. Not physically, which is a given, but mentally. I think its because MS means I get to spend my life explaining myself, about how I don’t do the things that it seems obvious to everyone else that I can. 

After the quiet tirade of

 “Fuck you lot! You wouldn’t last five minutes!” falls away to a distant echo, the situation remains the same. I try and give people a pass on their ignorance, mostly. If I’m not limping about, its because I worked very hard not to. Its a lot of ifs. If I’ve turned down something you thought was great, and you don’t understand why, its always MS.  

 25 years of this weighs a little hard sometimes. And I know I’ve been very lucky, I keep hitting the ditches and getting back out. Not everyone has that option.  

OK that was the bit that took me days to put up. Tunes….