The excitement is too much...just shows what an incredibly boring life we lead, when the arrival of a wheelchair...in metallic blue...gets me all of a quiver.
It was never an item on my list of objects I'd love to own...doesn't really compare with an electric train set for instance or the Mediaeval table we once saw in an antique shop that I'd have sold my soul to call mine...the stout legs attached to the top with wooden pegs...the surface like the finest silk to touch...not that it'd have ever fitted inside our cottage, but that's quite beside the point...
A train set would be grand...little bridges and cuttings and tiny stations with miniature people...it would never be finished would it...you could keep adding more...a set of signals perhaps or another porter. Or another train...
And I'd really like an original Grimoire...a Mediaeval book of ancient spells and incantations...wouldn't be wanting a copy though...it'd have to be an original. I'd keep it in a proper wooden box and handle it while wearing white cotton gloves and wonder about those who'd owned and used it all those years ago...
A little veranda on my shed would be grand...to put the rocking chair on and some herbs in terracotta pots...I'd string fairy lights round and watch the moths with furry wings feeding from the honeysuckle...
A wheelchair has never been on my list...but now I'll be able to get out so much more...
Are the road surfaces around where you live okay for a wheelchair ? 
Times Have Changed...
I've met Gordon and he's a naughty man.
Brompton visit
