The wonky artist
Jun 17, 2021
4 minutes
Laying in bed, I was bored out of my mind.
But bedbound, with a pressure sore from my wheelchair meaning I couldn’t move, I wasn’t going anywhere.
‘This is awful,’ I cried to my husband Ian, 51, as I tried to keep myself busy.
In fact, as I lay in bed staring at four walls all day, I’d never felt lower.
And considering all I’d been through, that was really saying something.
23 years earlier, aged 23, I was living and working as a teacher on Reunion Island, when I decided to go for a swim with
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