A few photo's and a new house

This a photo of Bob, and Jonathan, taken in the back garden of Bob's Mom and Dad's house in Birmingham. Jonathan had the most beautiful blonde curly hair, that was growing quite long! Think Bob wanted him to be like him lol, well as you will see later they are the same lol. Well here I had recently took Jonathan to the barbers, and yes it was cut and shaved!. Bob even walked past him because he didn't recognise him after it was done! "Where's Jon" he said, I told him that he had just walked past him outside. Well if looks could kill I think I would have been killed. My excuse was and still is he looked like a beautiful little girl with all those curls!. 


Katie and Richard in their school uniforms, they went to Tresscot School in Northfield. It was walking up the hill to take them that i first noticed something was wrong with my legs. They both look so happy and proud in their uniforms, I think the photo was taken because it was Richard's first day. Richard always had this lovely cheeky grin. Katie, well then she loved her"Fro" as she now calls it, she would ask Bob to brush it and when he finished doing it, her hair would be enormous! They would both just be laughing as he did it. To  me in this photo she looks so proud and happy.

 

At our house in Talerddig, where Bob had the car body shop. Bob, Katie,Richard, Jonathan and Bobby. Everybody is happy, we loved our huge house and huge garden next to the railway, the aga in the kitchen which we cooked porridge in overnight ready for the morning, the kids loved it. For the first 6 months we all put weight on, Bob got to 14 and a half stone because  we did  eat loads, think it was the fresh air that made us so hungry, we moved in November so it was cold, so we cooked loads of stews with mountains of dumplings.
I loved Bobby's T- shirt "it wasn't me Mum honest"
I think all of us loved living their, Bob had his business, the kids learnt welsh and could talk about us and we didn't know lol as well as run up and down both staircases.
It was such a shame when we had to leave because of M.E.
After we had been in Cemmaes a while we were offered a council house, we decided to accept it for more security for us as a family, we were always worried that our landlord wanted to sell the little house, which she did when we left. We moved into our new home in the summer holidays, it was funny, the kids and Bob carrying furniture etc down the other end of the village, the kids were quite excited, running back up to the house for the next lot to take down. Again I couldn't do much to help, just potter about, but they did it and everything got moved. I think my depression became worse and was seeing Melanie my CPN once a week, sometimes twice. I was always in that wheelchair when we went out, because of that I stopped going out as much, which made me feel worse because i hated just being in the house all the time. But when I was depressed I didn't think rational, nobody does, we don't even acknowledge that we are depressed until we hit rock bottom. Melanie helped me a lot, it doesn't happen all at once,  its gradual, may take one step forward and then three back, but I started to feel better about accepting my illness. I don't think the media helped, M.E had been given a lot of bad press, yuppie flue it had been called, burn out, its all in their head, they are imagining it, lazy people got it, people who just didn't want to work. I kept thinking "its not in my head I can feel the bloody pain" I just wished these people who thought I was a faker or imagining it all could be in my shoes or take over my body even for a week, then they would know how I felt. I got embarrassed to tell anyone what was wrong with me, especially people who were meeting me for the first time, would the judge me? would they think I was mad or a faker? All these things only make it worse.