The Sun Always Shines on TV

Better late than never – things get super hectic when you get married apparently!  Anyway, here I am again, with more ramblings about life with a grumpy tetraplegic and mutterings about marriage.  I mentioned in my last blog about the TV company that had approached us about filming the wedding…..well,………………………………….

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We’re on TV!

As I mentioned in the last blog, RAW TV had got in touch to ask if we’d be interested in being part of a programme which had a working title of “Miracle Weddings”. Personally I hadn’t considered our wedding exceptional. Many of my friends have met their partners since becoming………………………………….

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Will you ……?

We had been together just over 2 years.  Everything was going really well; so the more rational amongst you might ask the question: “Why rock the boat?”.  Why not just carry on living together happily? I know how much getting married means to Nicky, and I love her very much.………………………………….

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Twin air bags?

One evening in June 2013 I was sat in my armchair, half watching TV, probably drinking a glass of red wine, and scanning through the profiles of people on Match.com.  I tended to find that anybody I expressed an interest in had no interest in me, so after quite a………………………………….

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Honesty is the best policy

I altered my profile to include information about my condition.  To my amazement this didn’t seem to put people off; in fact I think that I had more interest by taking this approach. My profile didn’t focus on my disability because I didn’t want it to define me.  I posted………………………………….

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Back in the game

After 16 years of being with the same person, the idea of dating again was a little bit exciting, but also hugely scary.  Obviously, I was not the same physically as I was last time I did this, but then that is also true for all the other 40/50 something………………………………….

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A helping hand?

This had to be the lowest point in my life.  Amanda had left, Zoe had gone with her along with the cats, and I was left in the house with 24 hour live in carer provided by an agency.  Up until this time I had had regular carers coming in………………………………….

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Life begins at 40?

Well it started off quite promisingly.  After 9 years of not driving, I had had my car adapted with hand controls, and had the steering lightened.  It’s quite scary that there is no need to retake a driving test, all you need to do is get the car adapted. I………………………………….

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