Confession time. When I started this blog, I was angry. Angry about uneven pavements that may or may not have dog-shit on them. Angry about inaccessible buildings and accessible toilets being used as storage cupboards. Because, if you keep a damn fridge in there, it becomes inaccessible. Angry about being called a ‘wheelchair’ on the bus, and always having to say: There’s a person in it, too. I wanted to write about all of that, and my boyfriend and my…
Today’s Daily Prompt has me thinking. What would I take with me? In truth, I’ve thought about this a few times. Mainly while waiting in the ‘safe place’ for a fireman to come up and tell me the fire is out. Or there isn’t one. There isn’t much else to think about, sitting behind a fire door, when the ‘safe place’ doesn’t feel very safe. So, yeah. I’ve thought about this question. What would I take with me if my…
