So here goes...........I'm old and decrepit with seven children and seven grandchildren a case of tried it once and quite liked it so kept going . No seriously , I have three children all grown up and four grown up stepchildren as well . My seven grandchildren have come from just three of the overall seven , so taking into account that most parents have two or three kids ......... this means by the time I kick the bucket I'll have around twenty one grandchildren all hoping to get there hands on some of my stuff mmmmmm, note to ones self : Before One goes to meet ones maker place mousetraps in all bags, suitcases and other interesting places ones kids might just nose through , that'll teach the little b*****s !!!!!!! As a disabled person who is marriage to not just a disabled man but an amputee to boot , silly person feel into a saw when building a boat ........and yes, the fingers DID still keep moving across the floor with no hand attached to them eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww my life is somewhat different to most of you . In December 2008 my son of just 18 was diagnosed with my own rare condition , in my heart I already knew this as he had been showing signs of it since he was just four years old , poor lad cant even drink now and will like myself have to adjust to a life of drugs, pain and laying flat out in bed for days at a time watching the T.V , dvds or writing on the computer waited on hand and foot by ones other half. My wonderful one handed , leg, knee and ankle braced husband tries to keep me happy when I have a major attack by bringing up to me nice meals, lots of assorted drinks , bowl of cream ice-cream, magazines and the occasional visitor , that is if I'm awake ............OMG life is just so hard ( cough........cough) And also holds my hair when I'm sicking up in the loo for the eighteenth time , picks me up off the floor when my legs have given way and I've dropped like a stone, helps me take my vast amount of drugs ( over 30 assorted ) when the pain is so bad I just want to curl up and die and holds me when my heart pain is like an alien about to burst out of my chest and I'm going shades of white, blue, grey and black while we wait for an ambulance to arrive . My life is great and I thank God every single day that I wake up , can still stand , take a breath and see, well almost. As the proud owner of two jet black fluffy bottomed critters one called Sophia Loren as she is quite Italian looking and rather aloft with that 'are you talking to me ' look and the ' do you really expect me to eat that ? , well alright if you must feed me salmon ' who is the great old age of just eighteen months now . And the second one is the smallest hooligan to hit our village, a rather small mean black all claws and very little voice .....Harley Davidson aged a cool fourteen weeks and who is scared of his own shadow, the fridge cooling down , the loo being flushed and my husband farting ! So , what more could a girl ( tongue in cheek here guys) want from life ? I have a nice cottage by a river , by the sea. I work with my family on a volunteer basis helping to raise money for a charity and I'm hope to one day finish two books , the first being 'Laugh I nearly wet the bed' and the second being 'Brotherhood of the wolf' mmmmmmmmm I've always liked the idea of being a were wolf so I could go and bite the ex-husband , well wished do come true sometimes , dont they ?????