Liz In Ukraine

I have always said that once Ukraine had won and was free of putins invasion, I wanted to visit and support the people of Ukraine with my tourist pound. Then, suddenly, I was looking at the real possibility to visit Ukraine, an active war zone. 

Paul, my husband was the only person who could persuade me that it was a ridiculous idea.  So, I talked it over with him. He supported me and we agreed that we would tell no-one else about it until I was back.  It’s a tradition in military families not to worry the person at home to prevent my worrying about my friends and family worrying about me and vice versa so the only people that knew that I was going to Ukraine were Paul and my hairdresser…….

Suddenly, on the morning of 19th March 2023 everything changed. Whilst peddling myself to work I came off my Trike. It was 0700hrs and an icy morning. ‘Dobbie the Wonder trike’ hit ice, skidded, hit possibly the worst repaired speed hump in the history of road building, hit the curb and a I went flying. It must have been spectacular as the first thing the driver behind me said was “Shall I call an ambulance?” I’m a tough old bird and thought he was being dramatic until I tried to get up! Along with various bumps and bruises I broke my left humerus just below the ball joint going down to my arm.