There are some things I’m quite good at: socialising, shopping and eating out. It’s always good to have somebody with you, but sometimes it’s fun to go it alone. I know a table for one isn’t the best, however, at least I get to choose my own food.
Every time I go out I have to take a PA with me. That involves me paying for someone to come shopping with me. All my PA’s are very good; they don’t do shopping for themselves because they know that they are working. I would like to go out on my own just occasionally. I know I gave up driving my car reluctantly, so I appreciate that anywhere I go has to be within walking (wheeling) distance.
My problem is, escaping my house has become something of a trial to me. I am allowed a set of keys to my own home! But the challenge is closing the front door behind me. If I wheel forwards down my ramp and turn at the bottom then wheel back up the ramp, facing my front door (because the door is wide open to allow me out) I can’t lean far enough towards the door latch and reverse back out whilst pulling it shut. Can you follow this? Leaving ones abode is such a minor exercise, unless you’re in a wheelchair and on your own.
That said, I have done this before. Let me explain exactly how I have managed it: I leave by the conservatory door, which is out the back of the house, and as the two doors open outwards, I can close them and lock them keeping the key with me at all times. We have a gate at the side of our house and as long as I ensure that someone has unbolted that gate, I can get out. Hoorah! I need to close the gate and I have connected a long piece of string to the gate handle and I can pull it closed, then I am free!
After a leisurely jaunt around a well known supermarket, I head home clutching my purchases. Now I have to get back in, before anyone realises that I’ve gone AWOL. The string needs to be disconnected from the gate and because it’s a gate and won’t dent, I can lean forward and open the latch. I can unlock the conservatory door with the key, which I haven’t lost, dropped, been mugged for or any of the other unpleasant incidents that people might assume, or predict even, will have happened to me. Once indoors, I set about to secrete the unhealthy stuff I have bought, finding new and as yet undiscovered cubby holes.
When ‘Husband in a Hurry’ came home from work he would ask why the gate is unlocked and I would tell him that the gardener came that day.