The children who have to walk out on the road like this always do worry me - they have to compete with the traffic instead of using the pedestrian footpath because there is no way round - and there was no way for me BUT to go back and use the road - wheelchairs don't take to bumping down kerbs kindly! And I once did write a note to someone to put on their windscreen - but then I could not reach it! That did make me laugh at myself, always a healthy thing!
The car parked across the footpath and into the driveway made it impossible for my wheelchair to pass using the pavement. I called and called, but no one came, so I turned round and went back down the block to the corner where I could exit the pavement onto the road, and rolled up along the road, something I hate doing in the wheelchair. As I passed the house that had left its vehicle so rudely across the pavement a huge drop of rain fell onto my glasses. Momentarily furious, I shouted at the house as I passed - then was suddenly overwhelmed with joy: for the rain, for the road, for the ease of my rolling wheels - how lucky I am, how fortunate to have all this and the senses to love it all -