My Dad’s GP surgery, obviously someone has a sense of humour! In case you can’t read the sign.....”Please give up this seat if needed by a person with mobility requirements”
Hands up those with PMR if your first thought is ‘Oh yes, I’ll rest awhile on a carousel horse’?
If you could sit on that comfortably you don’t need to be there! One way of shortening the waiting times.
Love it!
I’m sorry DorsetLady I would go more often to the surgery if I could sit on this beauty- I would cheerfully push off little children with my achy shoulders to enjoy this lovely creature 💪👶🐴x
Dont get between Maisie and a horse! 🐎
😂 I love my pony 🐴
And Sauvignon Blanc
Haha!
Is that still drink driving or drink riding?
I think we would both be attacking the kids to get on that horse.
Or checking if they can read and persuading them that it is only a seat for ladies xx
If I won the lottery something like this would be on my treat list!
To be fair, the main aim in my life with PMR over the last four years is to continue to ride the real live pony, luckily she’s not that tall and I’ve managed it. Thank you for this post-I love it. I would be shoving people out the way to sit on this lovely creature at my Doctors! X
I once saw a very large one twenty years ago in an antique shop, and it was £1000! I love horses, but was too scared to even sit on one as a child. As for riding one with PMR, most impressed! I couldn’t even get on a bike now!
Perhaps in the early days of Pred wheee!
Yes definitely above 10mg a day-I was great company when I was on 40mg/daily-felt like I had 3 coffees or a couple of glasses of wine all the time! Yay! Even though didn’t want to eat carbs or actually drink alcohol-all change now! 🐷🍷x
When I was a little girl, my "invisible friend" was a sleek black pony led on a red leather lead. We went everywhere together. I would walk around holding his lead, telling people not to step on my pony. I don't know why, but my pony didn't have a name. He was just called "my pony'. I didn't ride him. He just walked or ran along with me.
My pony slept in my room, took baths with me, ran around the yard with me, went sleighing with me, "read books" with me, took baths with me, went to church with me, went shopping with me, ran along side my bike, watched TV with me, and kicked my big brother when he was mean to me. My pony ate Cheerios and apples, and drank milk.
My pony disappeared right about the same time my little sister came home from the hospital with my mother.
I haven't thought about him for years.
I could sure use an invisible friend now.
I think we all have invisible friends on this site who are " by our side ". Hold tight now as life itself can be a rocky ride. Jen
Oh! What a nice thought!
This is why 'my little pony' is such a hit
I love it !
It would be one of those moments when my family turn the heads and pretend that I am not there when I got on it though.
Wobble up and hold on to the pole for grim death .
I'd have to have the GP to come out and conduct the appointment with me side saddle.
Likely I couldn't get off either and they'd have to carry me out on it still hanging onto the pole and tie me and the horse on top of the car to get me home.
But what a ride!!!
Thanks , that has cheered me up , bee xx
I doubt most on this site could get on the thing let alone get off!! But I have experience getting on a crocodile in a pool so would definitely give it a damn good go. Just as well it's in a doctors surgery because try explaining the accident to A&E!!
Side-saddle...
Yes, only side saddle, couldn`t possibly raise my leg over to the other side!!……..oh the days of taking the grandchildren on the horses......memories indeed....
I have to admit before I opened the message and saw the beautiful pony my first thoughts were the carousel of doctors with different opinions that we ride.
Good point!
And mine was the American colloquialism "hobby horse" which kind of means droning on and on about one's all consuming interest in a particular point of little interest to the rest of the world..."He's on his hobby horse again".
The PMR Hobby Horse?
Ha! I bore myself frequently when people ask how I am. I must revert to ‘Fine thanks!’
Much better than my husband's - which is "Ulysses" by James Joyce (the subject of his thesis and soon to be book).
😮 not exactly a subject for ‘small talk’
The only thing that keeps me from losing my cool is that he's so earnest about it all.
And he has such a beautiful voice that it's a pleasure to listen to, no matter what he's talking about.
Anyone out there
zyflamend anyone?
Methotrexate anyone?
Anyone got advice please 
