Wheelchair pushing is hard. Out round the woods, off the path, pressing through to a clearing:
then we found a trail designed for easy access and mooched around that for a while
taking frequent rests:
Since then it's been round town, including up one short but ridiculously too steep hill, the fucking supermarket which supplies 'wheelchair trolleys' that don't fit ED's chair - the basic self-propelled chair supplied by the NHS; cooking dinner and skulking on GS's room while the rest of them watched Harry yawn Potter double yawn.
I want to shove them in the car (ED and GS) and take them home with me, away from chief suppressor of joy aka SIL. I could rant at length, but I won't.
Happy weekend xxx
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