Before going to my appointment I decided to go to the nearby supermarket. I'm just about confident enough to use a spaz chariot on my own now, but they attract so much attention a positive mood is essential! And L plates. With the Stig to drive me as I'm not really what you'd call
Shopping completed I waited in the queue at the till. There were people fundraising by packing bags and a lovely little boy of about 10 approached me in the queue and asked if I would like some help to get my shopping on to the conveyor belt. He was quite the sweetheart. Shopping put onto the checkout I tried to move the chariot forward only to find it was dead. The very nice gentleman in full bike gear who was behind me in the queue tried to help find the isolator switch to enable the scooter to be pushed easily whilst an embarrassed looking manager sent a staff member to bring another chariot round. The scooter worked until I was sitting on it when it decided not to work at all. Not even to turn on. Fortunately the whole queue was laughing by this time and not getting angry!
The little boy helped pack my shopping and I asked if he had a collecting tin. A bucket was put forward and it was only then I realised what they were collecting for. It was to send disabled people to Lourdes. I couldn't and wouldn't refuse to donate to a child who'd been so helpful, but this outdated and religious idea that disabled people must be 'cured' sickens me.
The lovely biker man brought back the goodwill when he offered to carry my shopping to my car. Chatting as we walked he was asking me if disabled parking was still a problem and explaining when he'd worked at Tesco they had a dedicated staff member to patrol the bays and fine people if they didn't have a blue badge. I said mostly people were good about not parking in disabled bays if they didn't need them, but that there were always some selfish twats. It was then that I noticed we were walking past the woman who'd complained her feet had been run over by a scooter. Ain't Karma a bitch!
I made it to my hospital appointment in good time. The department was fully staffed, but the only patients were myself and two very frail, very elderly ladies. Which was nice an' all, but I can't help feel that Gorgon's insistence on Saturday clinics was to do with all those