Oh my goodness… lolloping along the pavement on crutches… means u look at the pavement a lot… and u also notice all the stuff that people leave in their front gardens for people to ‘take away’. Somehow I am slowly cluttering the house with these discards – to be restored and sold in due course. Until (husband) Jay stops me. (don’t ask how I carry them back cos even I am not sure).
Incidently… wherever I go, I also get acknowledged by other members of the ‘crutch’ community. You notice each other the way you notice when someone’s got the same car as you. I high-fived a fellow crutcher yesterday cos she had also made it to the BM!
I’m just wondering if those people who smile kindly at me and whom i thought I may have impressed are actually wondering if I’m slightly unhinged trying to get about on crutches…on a train..in the rush hour…