It hurts

It wasn't so cold last night which I'm grateful for but the damp, well that's a killer. This morning I can't walk and am in a lot of pain. But hey thanks to South Shropshire Housing Association that's what I have to put up with. My Housing Officer is coming out this afternoon to see me and I want some answers. I want to know why I was told that I couldn't move until the boys did and I want to know why I was told that they couldn't have this house and then I'm going to make a formal complaint to the South Shropshire Housing Association.

Come and see where I have to sleep and what we've managed to do.

There is always a use for an old car number plate.

The bed is a single and the teddies, well they're a must. So is the hot water bottle. The handrail I need to help me sit up to get out of bed. One consolation I can't fall on the floor because there isn't room.

Every girl needs a mirror in her room and the chest is where I keep my clothes. Yes it's damp but hey....

The bottom of the bed, the extra quilt that's for when the temperature drops at night.

Not a brilliant picture but this is standing by my bed with the door open and the door you can see is the door to the garden. The bubble wrap is an attempt to provide a little insulation but....

This is standing outside my bedroom door looking down the brick corridor to the outside where I have to walk to get into the house. The rubbish has gone, major sort out this weekend.

Would you let your dog sleep in a garden shed?