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Mr Floods toy shop (Moss side Nostalgia)

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A depiction of Mr Floods toy shop that was on Claremont Road Moss Side in the 1970s and 1980s, Mr flood was a kind man, I used to buy airfix kits and toy soldiers and spent hours painting and making them. the shop was darkly lit and smelly as he had cats and a parrot on a perch as you entered the shop, he was also a pigeon fancier and had a coup in his back yard. He took me and ricky on holiday one year to his caravan in wales. Painted in Acrylic and ink using a pallette knife for depth to the artwork. Impressionistic Urban cityscape.


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Nevs Second Hand Shop (Moss Side Nostalgia)

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A Depiction of Nevs second hand shop on Claremont Road in Moss Side in the 1970s and 1980s. we used to sell pushbikes to Nev that we had rebuilt from discarded pushbikes found in the rubbish filled alleyways. we would get scalextric tracks and toy cars and money from him for selling the bikes to him. We would often see Nev chopping up drugs in the back of his shop. Nev used to rent his back room out to a reggae band, we would dance on the streets and play football as the band practised. Painted in Acrylic and ink and using a pallette knife to give depth to the artwork. Impressionistic urban cityscape.


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Penny For The Guy (Moss Side Nostalgia)

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Penny for the Guy is a depiction of friends and I that used to make Guy Fawkes out of old clothes and collected money from passers by outside the claremont pub in Moss Side. One time a drunk from the pub gave us a penny for the guy and he stole it, so we placed Peter in the box with a bag on his head,unfortunately another drunk booted him in the face and somebody threw a banger in his lap for a joke. Moss Side was a rough place to grow up in the 1970's and 1980's and kids from poor backgrounds had to find ways of earning money for sweets and fireworks as there parents were not able to fund this. Painted in Acrylic and Ink using the croquis method to bring the characters to life, Impressionistic Urban Cityscape.


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Street Football ( Moss Side Nostalgia)

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Street Football is a depiction of friends and I that used to play on the streets of Moss Side in the 1970s and 1980s.We used to play kerby, keepy uppy, Kick can, knock and run, making wooden bogies and riding our bikes up and down terraced streets. this scene is of caythorpe Street where my friend Mark Egerton had a green grocery shop. we played on the streets from dawn till dusk. Painted in Acrylic and Ink and pallete knife using the croquis method to give movement to the characters. impressionistic Urban Cityscape.


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Bonfire Night (Moss Side Nostalgia)

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Bonfire Night is a depiction of a piece of derelict land at the back of our house on Princess Road Moss Side (since been demolished). I remember the street glowing orange and the heat was intense. We had great fun sharing treacle toffee, playing dunking the apple and putting potatoes in the bonfire and setting off fireworks and sparklers. Painted in Acrylic and ink with paintbrush and pallete knife using the croquis method for the characters to show movements. Urban Cityscape.


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The Den (Moss Side Nostalgia)

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The Den is a depiction of when friends and I used to make den's out of old air raid shelters and derelict houses in Moss Side, we had these hideaways to avoid bullying gangs in Moss Side, it was exciting and we always had escape routes worked out, often leading from dangerous derelict unsafe buildings. This was a way of life for kids in Moss Side in the 1970s and 1980s. Painted in Acrylic and Ink using the croquis method for the characters to show movements. Urban cityscape.


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Harold Alan Matthews life story

The best Dad in the world

   

HAROLD ALAN MATTHEWS 27/03/1940


Harold Matthews was born on the 27th March 1940 at 123 Crescent Road, in the sub district of Crumpsall Manchester. He is one of three children of Dorothy may Matthews (Shaw) & Harold Matthews Dolly was a laundry worker and Harold who was a gunner in the British army no3524233. Dolly was living at 13 Pearson Street Miles Platting, Manchester.

 

My dad grew up in Moss Side during the war years living at 277 great western street.


My dad said that one of his jobs was to take the clean washing from the laundry to a local factory in a big wicker basket trolley with wheels on. He used to take a run and then jump into the basket guiding the trolley in through the factory gates. On one occasion he did this he went hurtling through the gates and ploughed into a group of directors knocking them into the coal pit covering them with soot. His Dad was a stocker (boiler) man working at the factory and he nearly lost his job through that. 


He also said that he was messing about throwing snowballs at his mates one day and they pelted him with snowballs and a car he was standing next to. His mates ran off and he felt a huge hand grab him from behind, It was frank swifts car (the Manchester city player) he ordered my dad to clean the car and wash it. After he washed it frank said to my dad now clean the inside, my dad complained and said I will clean it but you will have to pay me. So frank let him clean the car inside and out, after he finished the car frank gave my dad half a crown. And my cheeky dad said he would clean it every week. So from then on my dad cleaned franks car once a week. And got half a crown. One day Frank took my dad to watch a football game at Main Road and he was sitting on the football team’s bench with all the other players. 

There was also a cinema in moss side called the la trocadero my dad used to sneak into the cinema with all his mates. And get a free show. He got up to all sorts of mischief and on one occasion he ended up in trouble with the law and had to go to the magistrate’s court. Where the judge said that he was being influenced by a bad crowd and granted the permission to allow his mum and dad and gran and granddad Shaw to move to 7 Garthorpe Road Wythenshawe Manchester. 

   

My dad saved the life of a man who was drowning in the sea at Southport when he was 11 years old about 1950 or 1951 in July or August and was mentioned in the wythenshawe recorder also in the Manchester evening chronicle. My dad said that he was on holiday with his mum and dad and was strolling on the beach when they saw a man drowning, there was a line of people trying to reach the man but could not get to him. So my dad swam out to the man who by this time was unconscious and he swam back to the shore with him he was then revived and my dad saved his life. 


The following week when my dad got back home he was in the school playground of yew tree high and had a fight and ended up with a black eye. He was then sent to the nurse to get it treated when a pupil came to get him to go and see the head teacher in assembly. My dad was worried as he entered the room and was led to the front stage where the head teacher was waiting. But instead of being chastised the head teacher praised him for saving the mans life and everybody applauded him. But when the head teacher heard about the fight he gave my dad a week’s detention. The teacher said it would normally be two weeks but reduced it because of the heroism my dad had shown. 


He was also in the scouts in wythenshawe and was in a swimming race and was the last to race, he was half a length behind and had to do two lengths of the baths to get to the finish line. He ended up winning the race for the team. And the scout club won the cup for that year because of it. 


My dad’s first job was in a gold blocking and printing company in Manchester in 1958, as an apprentice printer.


He then worked for the Manchester Evening Chronicle where the print works is now. He was a copy boy, they used to give him work to pass onto the printers, every day he was given the job of getting the dinners in for some of the workers he went to the oyster bar the managing director always had a lobster claw. 


On other occasions his boss didn’t want to go to revues of new films being released and so my dad was given a free pass to go and revue the latest films, he used to take his mum to the cinemas and watch the film before any body else and gran would bring sweets and drinks with her every time and once the film had finished she would help my dad write up the revues of the films they had just watched either in the Odeon in Manchester or other cinemas around the city centre she would then catch the bus to get home and my dad would go back to the office to get them typed up for the next edition. 


One day my dad was messing around with some pictures of Libby’s Milk he decided to put Liberaces face onto a picture of a baby with the nappy showing. This was then passed around the office for a laugh. However it then fell into the hands of the printers in the printing room who then printed it for that evening’s edition. And they all went out. Phone calls came flooding into the manager’s office threatening lawsuits. So all the copies had to be recalled again costing the company thousands of pounds. The manager found out who did it and got my dad in the office and said that although he thought the picture was very amusing and inventive for a copy boy, heads needed to roll and guess whose head it is. With that my dad was given the sack. 


  

His next job was as a trainee reporter for the sporting chronicle He was given mainly odd jobs but quite a few times he was given the task of going to race meetings with his boss, while at the race meetings his boss didn’t want a junior hanging around him so sent him off to do some reporting of his own, he got to mingle with jockeys and celebrities he used to go into the jockeys changing rooms and interview them and also the owners etc and he became well known around the race meetings. 


One owner used to give him inside tips and on one occasion came looking for my dad to tell him of a dead cert for the next race of 100/1 odds my dad then borrowed a fiver off a mate and they both had a bet on the horse and it came in to win he walked away with about £500.00 a lot of money in them days. 

When he got home he gave most of it to his mum and told her to hide it from his dad, as he would have taken it from her.

He got fired from that job because the boss who was always on his back kept picking on him, so he was working at a heavy print press that held all the letters in and as the boss came next to him he pulled out the tray and let it drop onto his foot breaking it quite badly. Where he promptly got the sack.


He then worked for Bonds Ltd as a coach painter and sign writer, during his training he was taught how to obtain the pigment colours from various sources from the wild and was an accomplished painter. One day whilst work was slow the boss gave him the job of painting some fencing at the back of the building near some railway lines as he was painting a train went by and a man must have been standing on the railway lines because there was a thud and a severed head came rolling next to my dad it frightened the life out of my dad and then the police was called to investigate further. The man had committed suicide on the tracks. 

   

He then joined the Royal Air force as a Gunner no 4248388 joined in 1958-1963 and was posted to various parts of the world. He ended up being a peacekeeper defending against the Cypriot uprising in Cyprus. During a peace keeping mission he was ordered to guard Archbishop Makarios III and whilst he was patrolling the grounds he saw him playing chess in the chateau, and as my dad liked playing chess he peered through the window, Makarios came to the window and said do you like chess my dad said yes and Makarios said well come on lets have a game. So my dad played a game of chess with Archbishop Makarios III, he beat my dad. And my dad went back to his patrol but when he told his mates later they wouldn’t believe him


My dad was involved in all different types of challenges, one time he was bolted to the undercarriage of a plane in a plastic bubble for 4 days doing reconnaissance work for the air force as a trial version and was in the wythenshawe recorder and Manchester recorder in about 1958 - 1959 in England.


He was also trained to be a radio operator and sniper in the RAF


He also played poker for three days and won a lot of money, enough to buy a ticket home to see his mum and give her an expensive watch, which was stolen by his dad and sold.


My dad was tasked at guarding the RAF airport in Cyprus whilst doing this there was a raid by the Turkish insurgents and he got wounded and was shot through the kneecap. He now has a scar and a piece of his kneecap gone. He was also part of the R.A.F diving team, in Nicosia. 


He also set up a club on the base for the troops with his best mate paddy that was shot and killed in Cyprus in the same raid.


My dad started dating my mum whilst he was in the RAF when he was based in England my mum had to stay in a caravan because they were not allowed on the RAF base. They then both got married my mums family did not approve of the wedding as they thought my dad was no good for her and had their first son Colin, he tragically died after a few months because they were living in a caravan during mid winter, it was a specially cold winter and the locks froze on the caravan and tragically Colin died during the night due to a blanket being over his mouth and freezing to his lips suffocating him overnight. My mum and dad were devastated. 

      

My dad left the RAF to become a welder, working for AEI, which was previously Metropolitan Vickers in Manchester, who specialised in making tanks during the Second World War. My dad specialised in welding technology and soon established himself as a leading expert in new welding techniques using advanced specialised welding equipment and developing new advances in technology and testing products at that time. He was travelling from Winsford, Cheshire every day hitch hiking a lift to get into work for a year. Setting off at 4 am in the morning to get to work for 8 am. And finishing work at 5 pm and not getting back home until at least 9pm at night. 

He then got himself a job in Winsford for a company called Sir James Farmer Norton, who specialised in making washing machine drums. He became a trade union rep for the workers at the company and demanded the rights of the workers, because the company were not paying the staff the correct wages for the time in motion jobs on sight. And successfully managed to get pay rises for all the staff at the company.

He underwent a college course at Manchester polytechnic in 1974 – 1977 gaining a TUC shop stewards course, TUC health and safety course and TUC law at work course. Gaining a general diploma in all categories. 

  

My Dad then applied for a job in Australia working for a ship building company called Broken Hill Prop Company Ship Builders, Whyala, South   Australia. And got the job which also gave a House and transport 

to Australia on a £20.00 ticket for the family. 

He started in July 1968 and finished in august 1969. My dad when he was working on welding the ships he was often in the bilges of the ship welding in confined spaces with extreme heat and fumes and the people could only work half an hour at a time and come out of the ship to recover from the effects of the heat, after coming up from the bilges and back into the fresh air the sudden changes in temperature caused my dad to get pneumonia. And he nearly died. 

One day he was welding in the bottom of the ship and the ship caught fire he had to get out quick with all the other guys and the whole ship went up in flames. My dad was sure it was him who started the blaze due to the position of the fire but it couldn’t be proven as the ship had slipped down the slipway and turned over and sunk. 

When my dad started work at this company he helped set up a union for the ship workers and was a trade union representative. There was a dispute with wages and the union ordered a strike. Whyala was a small town in Western   Australia and if you didn’t work for the shipyard you didn’t work at all. So when they went on strike it was hard times. My dad ended up going to the nearest town about 2000 miles away to begin doing speeches on behalf of the workers and outlining the plight of the workers who were under the thumbs of the ship yard owners, he went to various companies and spoke to thousands of people asking for there help to give donations to help there cause and instead of asking for one off donations he asked people if they could find it in there hearts to give every week. The next few weeks the money started rolling in from the companies and soon donations were piling in from all over Western Australia as word spread of the workers plight. Soon there were enough funds to help all the workers and they survived.

My dad also arranged the local shopkeepers to donate goods to the cause or they would not use their services. Also one day a local farmer pulled up to the Union office (which was just a shed in one of the workers houses) with a huge truck. And said “here you go lads” and gave them a lorry full of sheep all the workers had to get the cars in a circle and pen them in. they then all took the sheep in the backs of cars vans to the local abattoirs. The next day the abattoirs brought back a mountain of meat to the union office where it was all divvied out to the workers. When the shipyard owners realised they could not win the strike they gave in to the demands for higher wages. 

He was also one of the team of men who was to be contracted to weld some parts of the Sydney opera house, my dad was given the task of welding the pinnacle of the opera house at the front of the building, which was in a precarious situation, he was winched up on the end of a rope and had to weld the pinnacle in windy conditions, which he said was swaying to and fro, and quite hard to do. This was the last job to be done in order to pass the opera house off for inspection. 

My dad became ill in Australia due to the heat from coming in and out of the bilges of the ship and the fresh air and developed a blood disorder due to the pneumonia and he was told he had 6 months to live by the Australian doctors. After giving the welding job up due to ill health he became a self employed ice cream vendor he turned an old van into the ice cream van and went selling all over Sydney. We all stayed in a small caravan as he had to give the house up as well.

He was in competition with a big Ice cream firm and they began to be quite threatening to him, and they flooded the area where my dad was working with about 10 ice cream vans to cut my dad out of the competition, but he was crafty and would get in before they could and clean up the estate selling lots of ice creams. He even came to blows with them as well. 

My dad decided to go back home to England to be with the family so mum was not going to be stranded in Australia with two kids and no family for support. 

We left Australia in December 1972. 

  

My dad was unemployed until May 1973 gaining a position with National Coach Company, Hulme Hall Road, Manchester. On a wage of £4,500. He would do journeys all over the UK. On one journey he was going over the countryside at night with a coach load of passengers when he hit a pheasant, he stopped the bus while all the passengers were asleep and picked up the pheasant and put it in his cab thinking it was dead. He drove down the road and the bird came to life and began flying all around the coach. Sending the passengers in a wild panic. 

Another time he was on a journey south with his mate Alec who had pre arranged a rendezvous with some Xmas trees from a field. They then stopped off at the field to get the trees. Alec jumped over the wall and fell 50 ft down a hill the small Xmas trees where actually large 100ft American spruce trees. So after climbing back up they found another field and spent an hour cutting down a load of trees and lobbing them in the boot. They then went to Rusholme to sell them on to the shopkeeper. 

Another time he was driving down a narrow village road and saw a man with his dog on a lead talking to someone on the pavement, as my dad drove past the men and dog he flattened the small Yorkshire terrier under the wheels of the coach. My dad got out and walked toward the man with the dog (or what was left of it) and stood next to him the man looked at my dad as if to say what do you want, and continued talking to his mate. My dad tapped him on the shoulder and said sorry about that mate, and he said sorry about what, my dad said I didn’t mean to flatten your dog. The company will pay for any expenses you have. The man turned around with a gasp as he saw the mess and was hysterical.

I remember my dad taking me to London one time on the coach and having Kentucky fried chicken with barbecue wings for the first time. I can still taste it now.

My dad’s best mate was Alec who he used to go drinking with in the Claremont pub in moss side and also the big Alec and little Alec in moss side they used to visit all the pubs and clubs in the area playing pool and cards.

My dad used to go to all the pubs and clubs around moss side, the big Alec, the little Alec, Claremont pub and the Nile club, one night he and his mate Alec went into the Nile club. They saw this black woman with blond hair and decided it was a bloke they asked one of there mates and he sent her over Alec’s mate said to her these two don’t think you are a woman as to which the woman lifted her skirt up for all to see. Alec said “I see you’ve died your hair to which every body was in fits of laughter.

    

My dad left the company in December 1979 to join GMT buses at princess road bus depot which was handy because it was just opposite our house 222 princess road, moss side. He was a conductor at first and worked himself up to bus driver and then equipment clerk and eventually cashier in the cash rooms. 

My dad has been suffering from his many ailments since Australia and on the 16th may 1992 terminated his employment due to ill health and was on incapacity up until he was 65 years old and he is still going a good 30 years on since the doctors in Australia gave him 6 months to live not bad for a rusty old gate,

He has his ups and downs but he is always smiling and laughing and making the family laugh and enjoys life to the full, he has been my guiding star for all my life and he is my best friend always there when I need him. And we all love my dad for being whom he is a loveable character that has always got a story to tell and a joke to share. He brings so much happiness into people’s lives that have met him. 

He is always a joker turning any situation into a joke always forever the optimist and looking on the bright side of life. He loves his chess and has even played a grand master on the ship to Australia and beat him. He plays chess on the computer but gets bored with it as he keeps beating the computer. He used to go to chess every week and has loved it all his life. He is always at the bookies infuriating the bookies with his 5p Betts on accumulators that he writes out in his own special way, which takes a lot of working out by the staff. 

He has even tried to dabble in computers often getting confused with the programmes but he works them quite well, he has also gone to day classes for computers and art classes with Hilda. He was always making furniture and having a go at almost any DIY task around the home. He used to love to play with his granddaughter Emily and loves her and the other grandchildren Thomas and Daniel and Charmaine to bits. And he would do anything to help anybody. 

  

My dad fell under the stairs and suffered so Just to give you a background of the reason why I Andrew Alan Matthews had a breakdown 


I underwent a lot of stress starting in the winter of 2016 onwards due to My dad having a bad fall under the stairs of his home address and fractured his back and banged his head. He was taken to hospital and during the time he was there his health deteriorated. 


He had a bad reaction to morphine and began to hallucinate. He also had several strokes which led onto him developing vascular dementia, Alzheimer’s Alongside his other physical conditions such as polycythaemia (cancer of the Blood), Blood clotting due this condition, Insulin dependent Diabetes, Loss of sight in his right eye and poor eyesight in his left Eye. Osteoarthritis, Hip problems (need a new hip. Brittle bone disease. Hiatus hernia. Gout, He was becoming violent with his dementia. 


The social services wanted to put my Dad in a care home straight away but my mum and me wanted to see if we can manage at home., I arranged the dining room to be converted into a downstairs bedroom with En-Suite facilities. My 

Dad came home for 6 weeks but was so confused and becoming violent that the Doctors sectioned my Dad under the mental health act and was placed in greenway ward at Trafford mental health ward. 


He was there for over 9 months and was very upsetting and stressful for me. I had to give up my job to help my dad and Mum through the difficult times. And I was under immense stress. I had 4 jobs over a 1-year period. having gone through a lot of stress.


I managed to get myself a very good job with the COOP as a motor claims advisor and during working for the COOP I proved my abilities and excelled in my Job role. Even though I was going through a very stressful time. Also, five of my relatives passed away. Including Maria Cowie who was like a mother to me, this affected me deeply. 


I did a lot of work in trying to attain a position for my Dad in a care home and attended meetings and did lots of letters and reports to do the best for my Mum and Dad and eventually My dad was moved to Yew Tree Manor care home which is close to my home address. 


I was able to see my dad every day and trying to help him in the best way I could. I was getting very upset and crying continuously because I love my Dad very much and I was cleaning his privates etc after he had soiled himself in a diaper which he has to wear now. I was trying to cheer my dad up and do the very best I could for him in his hours of need. 


I also began to reduce my tablets for anxiety and also wanted to do positive things to help a charity Blood Bikes Manchester and donated a painting to charity and this raised a lot of money for the cause in the COOP. I also wanted to become a better man and donated blood in Manchester. 


I also put my opinions on Brexit online and after attending a meeting in the COOP I was given a book to read by Susan Jeffers, feel the fear and do it anyway which was a self help book to deal with stress. I posted my life story and stress and anxiety paintings online for the whole world to see. 


I became anxious and worried that my employer had found out about my stress paintings and began to worry, and with all my personal stress, this ended up with me having a huge breakdown and had to take time off work because of my stress over all the problems I was having. 


During the time I have been of work my Pet dog Ella also has died and this has affected me as well


The doctor sent me to CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) to help deal with my stress issues. This was very helpful to me in tackling my stress related issues from the past and present.


I worked out action plans to move my life forward in a positive manner and have produced two presentations based on my work stress art collection and my anxiety and Stress collection in my personal life.


I kept the Stress Art collections hidden from the world for many years as fear of letting my employer know and the world know of my stress over the years. 


The Stigma surrounding mental health was for many years a taboo subject and I felt that I would be discriminated against by employers and private individuals alike. This compounded my stress for decades. 


I have now been able to confront my anxieties head on with the help of the COOP and Doctors. they have so far been very supportive to me whilst I have been trying to get back on track again with my life. 


I have sent the work stress presentation to my Manager Samantha Wood who has been very supportive to me whilst I have been with the COOP. she has forwarded this onto the HR department for review. 


I would like to use my Artwork in a positive way for me to overcome my stress. And, to help my colleagues and employer to find a positive and mutually beneficial way of moving forward to help people deal with stress in work and at home. 


I have spoken to Joey Swift the Unite regional manager on the stress presentation Turning negatives to positives. And he is very keen to use them in a positive way for Unite Union however he is awaiting the outcome from the COOP on how they want to move forward with the presentation and artwork first of all.


He would also like to have a meeting with the COOP to find a mutually beneficial way of using my Artwork in a positive way for the COOP and employee and anybody that has suffered from stress in whatever form. This would benefit everybody and to move forward with positivity, turning negatives to positives. 


I want to stay with the COOP as they are an ethical caring company. I can do my job efficiently and I have been recognised in the company as a hard working diligent, punctual, reliable employee, and never been late for work. And have done my job correctly in line with processes and procedures.


I am known for my handling of complaints in a positive and constructive manner and I have gained recognition by management of how good I am at dealing with complaints and one of the best in dealing with complaints on the team. 


Recognition by customers has been given to me as well and was presented with a certificate and reward for this. This impressed the management of my abilities in my job role. I have achieved my targets and gained reward and recognition.


My anxieties started due to a breakdown at work back in 1996 and I tried to commit suicide due to the stress related problems I was going through at the time. I have always been worried about letting people know of this because of the stigma surrounding my health condition.


I have undertaken CBT therapy sessions organised by my Doctor of which has helped me turn my negatives to positives. I have been referred to a psychiatrist by my doctor and currently am awaiting to see him.


My condition has not been told to me yet and I have never known what I have been diagnosed with, although the tablets I take are usually for schizophrenia I do not think I have this. But I need to speak to my psychiatrist to get a definitive answer


I have now been able to move from a negative position to a positive position in my life now, and I believe I can contribute in a positive way for myself, employees and the COOP.


I have spoken to Joey Swift the regional manager at Unite Union. he advises he does not need to attend this meeting as it is a standard meeting to help me and discuss the way moving forward. 


He is aware of my circumstances and that I am trying to do positive things with my artwork to help myself and employees and employer in the COOP to help alleviate stress in the workplace. He is very positive with the presentation I have done for alleviating stress in the workplace and is very keen to help both me and the COOP in the future. He advised once I am back into work then he would like to arrange a meeting with the COOP and myself to see if we can all help to bring forward a positive approach for helping people with stress at work as well. 


I am currently continuing to recover fro m the stress and doing positive things 

  

My Dad is my best friend and I love him to bits I always look forward to seeing him and he brightens up the coldest of days. 


We are family and we stick together

LOVE