Tuesday, 26 March 2013


Thinking about being carried ( in my last blog) reminded me about the Geography field trip I went in when I was in year 7 at school.

 Whenever there was a trip the OSO had to take me in our van (the OSO called her Vera, she gives EVERYTHING a name; bless) because I couldn’t get onto the coach which took everyone else there. This was always a bit of a pain because I couldn’t be with my mates, but I got very used to things having to be a bit different and at least the OSO could take me as she worked at the school, so it wasn’t all bad.

Anyway we were going to a local village to look at ‘settlements’ and such daft things and on the way we stopped to look at some rock stratification or some such thing. This involved everyone piling out of the coach, climbing over a style and walking up a very rocky path until they got to the top of the hill where the rocks and great views coulkd be seen.

The Geography teacher said to Mum and me that he was very sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to get my wheelchair up there as it was too narrow and steep so I wouldn’t be able to do the worksheet. As you can imagine, I wasn’t exactly mortified at the prospect of not being able to do my worksheet, but I was a bit miffed at the prospect of having to wait whilst all my mates were having a good time.

Of course I had forgotten that I was with the OSO!

She was also very determined that I wouldn’t miss out on anything, so she unfastened me out of my wheelchair, somehow got me onto her back and set off up the steep narrow path until we got to the top of the hill! I suppose I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t because I knew from experience that as soon as somebody said to my Mum I wouldn’t be able to do something because of my disability it was red rag to a bull! Actually I was quite proud of her, she left the other members of staff standing as she powered up the hill with me on her back; that’s my Mum!

So I did manage to do my worksheet along with all my mates and got round the rest of the fieldtrip. I think the school learnt from that and knew that the OSO would always get me round all of any trip we went on.

Friday, 22 March 2013


So back to my blog about the problems the rain caused at my school in Bakewell.

It was summer time and it had been pretty wet and it was a Thursday (don’t ask me why I remember it was a Thursday, I just do!)

Well anyway, it had been raining and raining really heavily for most of the day.

Mum had a group of students down at the swimming baths in Bakewell, she walked them there and back and they all swam, a fitness afternoon. I had my last two periods of lessons in French (not my most favourite lesson) in the language block of the school (I suppose that makes sense, I would hardly have French in the Science block, though knowing our school anything’s possible).

That day at school we had the Army there doing a sort of careers thing on the school playing fields (all this is relevant I promise you, just keep reading).

Any road up, the OSO noticed that it was raining really heavily so she thought she had better get her swimmers out of the pool and set off back up the hill to school. She did manage this after a lot of effort. Her pupils were very excited about the weather and also (justifiably I think) moaning about having to walk back in the pouring rain having just got dry from swimming.

 Mum began to realise just how bad the rain was when they were walking up to school on pavements which had literally turned into a river, what fun! She eventually got the pupils safely back only to find that large areas of the school were flooded and I was stranded in the language block in my powered wheelchair totally unable to get back into the main area of school due to it being flooded. I wasn’t on my own there were some other students there and our French teacher.

Army to the rescue! Some of the big burly army men waded through the water and picked up our French teacher and carried her through school until they got her to the main area of school which was dry, she thought it was great! They did the same with me and they also carried my wheelchair through the flood till they got it to dry land, that was a lot heavier than me and my French teacher combined so they did a great job! The rest of the class just took off their shoes and waded back through the water, they all thought it was great fun well it certainly made a change from our normal French lesson!

Another time it snowed like mad whilst we were at school so the OSO had to come and fetch us in her battered old Landrover as she couldn’t drive the van which ahd a lift for my wheelchair there because the roads were too bad, this meant I had to leave my wheelchair at school overnight because it wouldn’t fit in the Landrover. It was left in the Deputy Headteacher’s office; I was really worried he would have a go at driving it round once we had gone home!

Wednesday, 20 March 2013


Hi, sorry about the lack of blogs from me, just don’t seem to have got round to writing one for one reason or another.

Life at the moment for the OSO has been hard work in lots of bad weather so she’s not been the happiest of creatures!

Bad weather has never been good for me, trying to drive a wheelchair through snow has never been the easiest of tasks as you might well imagine!

I remember one time at my school in Bakewell we got rather caught out with bad weather, rain to be precise, lots and lots of it!

You may remember that by this time the OSO was working at the school where I was. At that time she had to take me to school and back because the Local Authority wouldn’t fork up for a taxi (obviously I couldn’t get in and out of the school bus, well you try it in a dobbing great powered wheelchair!) So Mum applied for, and got a part time job at the school which made transporting me a lot easier. It inevitably made it harder juggling Roger and Alistair at their primary school, but obviously Mum and Dad were hoping that they would come onto the same school as me.

This was not to prove to be as straight forward as it sounds because, as you know the school was not our catchment school and it was very popular and everyone wanted to go there ‘cause it was so good so it was going to prove to be quite hard to get Roger and Alistair in the school as well as me.

The OSO, as ever, was also being rather cunning. She knew that if she had a job there it would help in getting my bro’sinto the school, it was another box that could be ticked on the ‘out of catchment’ application form! She’s not as dumb as she looks.

The year after me going Mum and Dad applied for Roger to go to the school and he didn’t get a place, so they had to go to appeal which was very long winded and stressful, Mum and Dad had to write to and actually go to present their case to the appeal panel. They did eventually let him in, more fool them I say!

Roger then had to attend a sort of trial/ look round day with the other out of catchment kids. As ever, he was dead embarrassing, and on the tour of the Science labs he asked the Headteacher (who was a bit of a stickler) if anyone had managed to blow up the labs yet, the Head wasn’t dead impressed, and mentioned this to the parents when she went to talk to them in the Library. She mentioned that one child (naming no names) had asked this daft question. Needless to say the OSO knew whose child the head was talking about!

However, despite all, Roger did fine at the school and actually went on to be Head Boy, which, even I must admit, was a fantastic achievement.

Alistair’s progress into the school was much easier as he had two brothers attending and a mother working there, so in all honesty, they would have had a job keeping him out!

Well, I’ve not done very well in telling you my story about what happened when we had the flood at school, I sort of got onto another story! Never mind I’ll tell you all about it in my next blog, and I promise you won’t have to wait for it as long as you have for this one!