L-plates for wheelchairs...

I´m back in sweltering Spain now, and Mum is looking great.
She´s still supposed to have her feet up for 22 hours a day, but for those other two hours she´s whizzing around in her wheelchair, and I´m doing the pushing.

It makes you painfully aware just how inadequate pavements are for disabled people, but how kind people are to you if they see you in a wheelchair. Mum has had all kinds of sympathetic looks (mainly when I park her outside a shop and forget to put the breaks on...) and people clearing the way for her. It´s quite heartening to see.

My only other experience with wheelchairs was when I was ten and my Dad had a botched vasectomy that left him wheelchair-bound for a couple of weeks. We were on holiday in Blackpool and at night, while he was watching TV or playing bingo, Mum would take the three of us out for a walk, with the wheelchair. We would all take turns at sitting in it, and incredibly people felt that sorry for Mum having three kids under ten with one in a wheelchair, they used to hand us pound notes. We totally cleaned up that holiday.

Perhaps I should take Mum´s chair out for a spin later on...