You made me remember the time on a cruise when I went on a land excursion in the Cayman Islands. My folding wheelchair had a foam cushion put on top to save my butt. But when we arrived back, the men of the tour quickly grabbed me and lifted me out of the van seat and dropped me in my folding chair. I was grateful for their help, but they didn't know I had the foam cushion and it soon left with the tour van. About 15 matters later, as I was being pushed around, my butt started to get sore. By the time we got back on the ship and I was back in my electric wheelchair, the pain was unbearable. Never got that cushion back.
I guess my seat, unlike yours, has totally lost its cushion… And its mind?
This second book in Edie's 'Puddle' series is filled with wonderful catchy rhyming poems that have positive nostalgic messages. Her whimsical illustrations carry the poems along on ripples of warm vibrant colours.
Edie Batstone's first book of colourful picture poems invites us to jump into a child's world of wonder and possibility, just as a child jumps into a puddle - knowing only that it seems like a good idea at the time! Join her on this journey of disco
What would you do if your friend copped off with the man you loved? Wouldn't it break your heart? Abbie is heartbroken when Richard prefers her lovely French pen friend Colette over her.
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You made me remember the time on a cruise when I went on a land excursion in the Cayman Islands. My folding wheelchair had a foam cushion put on top to save my butt. But when we arrived back, the men of the tour quickly grabbed me and lifted me out of the van seat and dropped me in my folding chair. I was grateful for their help, but they didn't know I had the foam cushion and it soon left with the tour van. About 15 matters later, as I was being pushed around, my butt started to get sore. By the time we got back on the ship and I was back in my electric wheelchair, the pain was unbearable. Never got that cushion back.
I guess my seat, unlike yours, has totally lost its cushion… And its mind?
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Sandie