I did it ALL this weekend, how I'm still awake I don't know! I left for Devon at 11am Friday and arrived at just gone 3pm. As I parked up a people carrier with 2 wheelers and a walker pulled up and got out. One was a para, 26 years old, and the other a quad with some arm and hand movement - enough to propel a manual chair. The walker was a carer and he helped carry our cases to the conservatory of the centre and once we were allocated rooms took our bags into our rooms. I was paired with a walker, a mid 20's solicitor who was lovely. The majority of the group were male and my age but there was an older man. The only disabled women were members of staff.

On the first evening wee all got to know each other and played some games like throwing a ball and saying each other's names, we even got competitive with football style games split into teams. We all retired to our rooms by 11pm ready for Saturday and I did my Peristeen.

Half 7 Saturday morning I peeled myself out of bed and wheeled to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I got undressed in my chair then got onto the toilet for a good wash with my sponge and shower gel. I put my towel on my chair and got back onto it to get back to my bed. I put my clothes on and make up and went for breakfast and we were split into groups for the activities. I was in the group to first use the pool and prepare for kayaking on Sunday. I was a bit daunted as I know how much I hate the water but I went over, transferred onto the ledge and lowered myself into the jacuzzi while we waited for each pair (one disabled, one not) to go in the Kayak and deliberately capsize. I was bricking it. I so did not want to do it. I got hoisted out of the jacuzzi and wheeled to the pool where I transferred into a crate with a cushion on then put a cushion over the edge of the kayak and placed my feet gently in the kayak. One move and I was in. My partner for the day followed and the kayak pulled into the pool. May I add that I was strapped into a buoyancy aid! We paddled in the small area til they asked us if we wanted to try capsizing. It was just in case we capsized in the lake so it was for our own good so we did it. I soon bobbed to the surface and was happy the buoyancy aid kept me afloat!

Our next activity was archery! The one lad is in a team and competes and we all had a go and tried to get the highest scores. In the evening we played games again and went to bed by about 11pm.

Sunday I put leggings on with thigh high socks and tracksuit bottoms, a thermal jumper, vest and jacket and waterproofs and headed to the lake. In our doubles we got into our kayaks and went around the very windy lake until they decided it was too rough and we had to gingerly creep around the edge of the lake. No one fell out, I was scared though (I had my life jacket on, don't fret), and we all went to the sports hall where we climbed a rope (with a harness on). Outside we abseiled (in a wheelchair haha!) and then we did this swing thing which gets pulled to the ceiling and let go. It was quite exciting! After all that we went to the woods and had a campfire.

All the early mornings have certainly got to me, I'm tired now and it's not even 3pm. I did get some footage of my weekend and I will be piecing it together soon so watch this space!

I just called the airfield and the weather is too bad to dive tomorrow. I have rebooked for the 16th xx

My lad and I went to a burlesque event this evening with his older sister and her husband. I 'liked' the company on Facebook after attending a burlesque event earlier in the year and they sent me an email advertising their event for tonight. I booked 4 tickets as my housemate was to come with his latest beau but he had a last minute call for work so had to pull out.

I had a look online and got some vouchers for a lovely chain restaurant named Zizzi, it is an Italian and we go there often as there are always money off vouchers online and it is nice food.

Last time we went to the burlesque people in the audience were dressed up so I picked out my pink gingham under bust corset and did it up at the front while my lad tightened the laces at the back. It was weird transferring as it is so rigid I can't move! It was weird wheeling too so I had my lad push me about (any excuse!). I also wore a pair on navy almost skin tight jeans, pink ankle socks to hide my still bandaged foot, pink ballet pumps and a white cardigan. Under the corset I wore a white tight vest with a frill detail on the bust which complimented the corset. I styled my hair and did my make up with false eyelashes and red glittery eyeliner.

The show was brilliant and I uploaded pictures of me in my outfit onto the wonderful Internet.

I'm really feeling winter fashion this year and I've bought myself some super cute winter style mini skirts and tight jumpers to go with my many tights, vests and over knee socks. I even bought a grey knitted poncho after checking it wasn't going to catch in my wheels! I wore one of my outfits yesterday - a brown fitted vest with a cream mini skirt with blue, brown and pink lines crossed through it which I teamed up with brown tights and pink ballet pumps to match the pink in the skirt and my pink handbag.

I start my volunteer work on Friday at 10am! I've also applied for volunteer work with newly injured people so fingers crossed!

Yesterday I picked my sister up and we made our way to my favourite photographers house. On arrival the photographer assembled my wheelchair and I gently rolled down the slight hill to his bungalow and he helped me up to his front door. Given that it is a bungalow it isn't the most wheelchair accessible and he had to help me up a step and then guide me down a large step into his main room. We made our way to the living room where he and my sister had to carry me in the wheelchair over some pipes. I had him lay a white sheet down and set some lights up while my sister and I discussed what to do. She then left the room and the rest can be seen here!

I took my sister to work last night, it was for someone in a wheelchair and as usual I was waiting in the car when I saw a man get out of a mini bus in a wheelchair. I opened my window and was talking to another man who then invited me in so I thought 'why not?' and he took my chair out of the boot and reassembled it and in we went. I went straight to the room where my sister was getting changed and when she went out to do her thing I sat by the door and watched. There were a few people in wheelchairs, some were definitely quads but not sure if some were paras or recovered quads. One of the men asked if I did any wheelchair sport and I swiftly informed him I do not do sport, I have never done sport and I am certainly not interested in wheelchair sport. It seemed like I was expected to all of a sudden change who I am and enter the Paralympics because I am in a wheelchair. One man even kept on and on about me joining their wheelchair rugby team. I got a bit pissed off and asked him if he wanted to do a sport because he can walk. As he kept on so did I saying 'why don't you do archery, you could compete in the Olympics? I need an archer'. You would've thought someone so involved with disabled people would know better than to assume ALL wheelchair people should do a sport. In that case I assume all people who can walk should do a sport.

On the way home I had cold legs so I turned the heating on in my car and set the blowers onto my feet and legs. They soon warmed up, little did I know maybe too warm and when I got home and took my shoes off my right foot was red! I cooled it down as much as I could but I could see a slight blister forming on my toe next to the big toe. Today it is less red but blotchy and I have a few small blisters and the blister that was forming is much bigger. I am always so careful, feel like a bit of an ass now!

I have a magazine coming over in an hour to take pictures for my skydive promotion exercise.

Not an update but a reply to a comment - I didn't cut my hair, someone else did after I distinctly stated I did NOT want my hair cut more than an inch. They cut it so short I can barely get it in a bobble and I hate it with a passion.