I did something that I didn’t think I’d do the other day. I went on an internet date but declined to tell her in advance that I was in a wheelchair.
I don’t go on these dates expecting to meet my perfect woman, so I suppose I’m a bit blasé about how they go, but until now I’d always explain my physical situation, in case it was ( understandably ) completely off putting.
As it transpired, she didn’t bat an eyelid, and it was a laugh.
Perhaps she was very short sighted and didn’t notice ?
I had a visit from my good friend Chris this week too. He caught the train from the cuntry, all the way to London! He’s a great lad, and amongst other things sorted the welding of my broken Triride attachment.
I’m glad to know people like Chris Myatt.