I was in Marks and Spencer on Oxford Street yesterday evening and I walked passed a man and woman, and the woman was clearly looking for a shop assistant and then I heard her say “where is the little man we spoke to before? Where is the man in the wheelchair?”. I was a touch incredulous that the woman could describe someone in a wheelchair in that way and I could just imagine her finding him and then looking about for his carer so she could ask them to ask him a question. I saw the man in the wheelchair a couple of minutes later and he looked relatively unscathed from dealing with the woman. I wouldn’t have blamed him for “accidentally” reversing his wheelchair over her though.
G is training all weekend for some volunteering stuff (the same as I do, but in a different borough). So I am going to have to fend for myself a bit. I am seeing a friend from school tomorrow. We haven’t seen each other for a couple of years so it will be good to catch up. Beyond that, I have no plans and so will have to think of ways to occupy my time – and more importantly will have to feed myself, which I normally rely on G to do. I am not sure I like this volunteering malarkey.
London’s Alleys – Gunthorpe Street, E1
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