I was at the train station a while ago, and got chatting to another disabled person. After a few interesting suggestions as to how to make stairs easier (quad bike, and 4 large cute muscly men were the best
) they announced that my train was now going to come in at another platform. This station is really hard to move around, and I said that I would be ages moving (2 large sets of stairs) and hoped I wouldn't miss it. He then went up the stairs really quickly, found a station bod, told them I was coming slowly, and got them to hold the train till I got there.
I was part way down the second step, when someone said not to rush, and just take my time, as there was half a train of people ready to throttle the driver if he moved without me! It left me smiling for the rest of the day, and they really cheered up this wobbly old bendy.
Just call me Bagpuss. Saggy, baggy, and a bit loose at the seams.
HEDS, FMS, jaffa cake addict. Velcro rules!