Yes… in my world Z is for Zimmer! Not the metal frame type of zimmer… well, not just yet! OK, let me explain. When this blog was born it took on the name of Ouch My Back Hurts. There was a reason for that. We’d just moved house… to a smaller, less expensive estate house in a neighbouring village. Times were tight… much like now.
I don’t like living in the confines of towns and estates. I’m a boy from the African plains… space and wide-open is in my blood. The need for swinging my arms freely is part of my DNA… hard-wired into my soul! However, when one is making necessary life’s adjustments one cannot be too pernickity or picky. One must do what one must do.
This left me in a rather unpleasant situation. I wanted to get out of the house but I’d done an already tender back more damage during the move. So, to be comfortable while walking, I stooped a little. I also walked slowly. All good and well while I was indoors. Not too many people to see me struggling so not too many strangers to point and snigger.
Then, in a flash of blinding half bricks falling one hit me! Throw a grand-kid (or two) in the stroller and push them along at a sedate pace. And so I ventured out into the new environment. I soon found that the Royal Canal wasn’t too far away and this lead to many a day’s walk along the towpath. That, in turn, lead to me being challenged to walk the length of the canal, which I did in sections, once my back was back to semi normal!
That’s the story behind me and my Zimmer! That was five years ago and the little fella’s no longer fit into a stroller. However, their mammy has had a few more little ones… so, guess what? I’ve taken to pushing a new Zimmer about! A week or so ago I set off on a different route (because they’ve also moved) with a little madam firmly snuggled into her buggy. From red to purple! From one voyage of discovery to the next!