Today I went Christmas shopping. It was my first solo trip into Crewe since my run-in with the car. I had intended this blog to be about my trials and tribulations, but there weren’t any: the place wasn’t too busy, and I managed to get most of my gifts.

It was rather pleasant. This morning, I emailed lee to say I was going into Crewe, and, about ten thirty, we met up. We shopped together for a while, then, just before noon, we went to get a coffee. We tried to go to the cinema, but found nothing was on for an hour, so we gave it a miss. After that, we split up, and I did a bit more shopping and exploring, before coming home on the bus. I admit I probably spent too much, but 95% was not for me.

The remaining 5%, however, was on the coffee with lee, and tights. Now, my tight-wearing may have started as my little oddity, but I’m discovering their practicality: it’s sub-zero out there, without much exaggeration. In such weather, my stationary legs usually feel very cold, but today under my trousers I have a reasonably thick pair of tights. My legs have felt nice and warm all day. I’d therefore recommend them to my fellow wheelchair users.

Thing is, my hands froze. I really need some gloves or mittens.