Posted: 24/05/2013 at 16:00
GG, the swimming was before the dreaded ME/CFS. I was very fit, I used to swim a mile twice a week, (down to 45 minutes on a regular basis), I went mountain biking with my now Husband and his mates (who used to think it was funny when I came off as I taught them some new cuss words), I did aerobics once a week, step once a week, and was learning to ride horses at the weekend. So getting ill was really like having a bereavement, you have to accept that the things you used to do have gone, perhaps forever, and find your limitations. I was ill for such a long time, as I was trying to fight the illness in the same way I fought everything else, it's only when you accept you are ill, that you can find your new limits and start to move on and hopefully get well again. It took doctors such a long time to find out what was wrong with me, I thought I was going bonkers.
I remember a tale told to me, I don't know if it's correct or not, but about an escaped felon in Texas, who shot a policeman and his dog (a K9 unit as they are known over there) who tried arresting him at a gas station. The balloon went up, and all hell was let loose going after him. He refused to give up, and in the ensuing gun battle, was shot something like 263 times (he was more metal than flesh by the time they were finished). At the inquest (or whatever it's called over there), the judge asked why he was shot so many times? The answer - 'Because that's all the bullets we had, Ma'am'.
With the two idiots in Woolwich, they didn't attack the women who tried to help the man, but apologised that they had to see it, I wonder how they feel about women now, given it was a female marksman that shot and disabled them (meaning they wouldn't go to heaven and get the however many virgins and become martyrs)?
I actually met my husband at Archery, if anyone tried to enter our house, once they'd got past the dog, they'd be faced with two target recurve bows. A stab vest won't stop an arrow as it curves and twists in flight, they'd get at least two arrows in them, which would knock them back downstairs. To hell with their rights, once they enter my house I would see them as a threat to my babies, and would shoot to kill accordingly. They're in my house uninvited, they leave their rights at the doorstep.
This country has a lot of things wrong, the rights of wrongdoers being a huge one. What about the rights of decent law-abiding folks, that work hard for what they have, don't they have a right to enjoy the things they have worked hard for in peace?
Know I'm preaching to the converted on here. Perhaps gardening and common sense go hand in hand, as well as gardening being a calming influence?