I found a unicorn

Yes, that is correct. For several years now I have been searching in vain for a battery pack for my little self-propelled lightweight wheelchair, so that I could take it on holiday and still be able to get around independently. I kept hearing that it does exist, but no one knew who made it - I asked several makers of battery packs which power self-propelled chairs but the actual operation of it is done by the person pushing (absolutely no good for a control-freak like me) and they all claimed not to know who made such a thing (a conspiracy, surely). As I had commented to everyone who was sick of hearing about it (you know who you are), it was like searching for a unicorn.

At the weekend, whilst visiting the Mobility Roadshow, a flunkie from just such a company, who make the ones I don't want, told me he had no idea who made battery packs you could operate yourself. Well, flunkie, you should do your homework on your own industry, because the very people were only yards away from you in the corner of the room.

As I approached it, it seemed to call out to me - "buy me Kate, I want to go on holiday with you". I took it for a spin, didn't kill myself or anyone else, was very happy. Until the nice man selling them said, that'll be £4,000 please. Not having £4,000 in my back pocket just at that precise moment, I had to decline. So, I left without my unicorn, and considering my (legal) fundraising options.

At last, something in common with Daniel Craig...

I was most distraught to read today that Mr Bond cut his finger a few days ago during an action scene. Having broken my arm last autumn during an 'action sequence' of my own, I am clearly the only person in the world who feels his pain and is qualified to soothe his brow. I have a first aid kit and a (lapsed) first aid certificate. Step aside Bond Girls.

Oh to have a talent....

Those of you who know me will know that I have few talents (unless co-ordinating my outfits is a talent...), although I can create pretty pictures in cross-stitch, which my relatives and friends then have to look at for the rest of their lives (unless a burglar with a thing for needlework 'helps them out'). I know nothing about art but I know what pictures I like and what I don't, which is why our friend Roger Griffith's website is so brilliant. Roger is a watercolour artist, and some of his beautiful works of art are displayed (and some are for sale!) on his brand new website. If you like a good picture, you must go and have a wander round - 'Schist village, Portugal' is my particular favourite...

A man after my own heart...

Those who have the misfortune of knowing me well (I will pay for their counselling when I'm rich) will know that I dread running over small, furry creatures in my car - today I saw someone's very expensive cat (I could tell it was expensive because it was grey with hardly any fur - unless they'd shaved it to achieve the expensive effect....) crossing the road in front of me. I almost got out and escorted it to the kerb myself...but never fear, the little kitty made it. I must admit I did think at the time that a cat that expensive should really have had a bodyguard...

I am therefore very impressed with Lewis Hamilton, managing to avoid the beaver who decided to race his car in the grand prix yesterday. He got his priorities right in my opinion - take out Raikonnen but drive round the superfast beaver!

If I hear the word 'delivered' once more!

Well, she's out (I won't say who if you haven't watched it yet!). But the quote of the year has to be what budding Apprentice Helene apparently put on her application "I have dipped my toe into the sea of success and am now ready to dive into the ocean of opportunity". What a classic.

I have been most remiss in not posting for a while...so what have I been frittering my time away on...? Well, I have been recovering from the trauma of being mugged at the petrol pump by Goldon Brown...I have to drive a VW Transporter because it's adapted for my wheelchair. A full tank used to cost me £70 - the other day it cost me £98. Sort it out Mr Brown.

At the weekend I saw the Angel of the North in the flesh (metal?) for the first time ever, as opposed to seeing her on TV with Billy Connolly dancing round her feet. She's very impressive, I'm all for her staying there forever! She is crying out for something though. A giant handbag dangling from one of her wings......

Last week I took great pleasure in watching Michael Sophocles get sacked from The Apprentice. What an idiot! Mind you, it eased the pain slightly of seeing Raef get ditched the week before. Tonight they all get grilled like kippers by Sir Alan's mates, which is always most entertaining...like pulling the legs off spiders...