yesterday after a mush around MH, little rosie managed to walk a tiny way, we sat outside the riverside cafe. the clouds above seemed unfavourable, however having rosie being outside was a must. theres a small alcove attached to the main building with three or four tables underneath so i thought if the rain came i would move to the shelter.
mum went into to buy the tea, whilst rosie and i looked around at the river and waited. sure enough the clouds opened,then passed, then opened again. i decided to move, i could manage wheeling the chair on my own, so i put the fleece on my lap along with rosie, collected our bags, began to turn the chair around and two people, two abled people dived for the remaining table. i swivelled around and just laughed, how unfortunate that im in a w-chair, a few years ago i would of been the fastest mover, i would of baggsed the table with no problem. yet here i sit in a cumbersome chair, as slow as a snail can be, being beaten by a couple of oldies. i didnt even feel defeated. humour is a great leveller.
god was on my side, the rain passed and we enjoyed the tea with brilliant sunshine for company.