I enjoyed yesterday very much. You know, I’d given up on seeing Becca ever again; I kind of assumed she thought I was a prat. But no: she invited me up a few days ago in order to facilitate a meeting between me and a prospective new PA. Steve came to mine, and we headed to beccas together.

She’s living with Phoebe, her p.a. I’m not too sure of the precise arrangements, but it seems to work well. Becca is pretty much as I remembered really – still very into disability politics, rights and DAN. I’m seriously thinking about getting myself into the Manchester scene – they told me about several people, including Claire Lewis, who I’m rather eager to meet.

Becca has a very cool van with tail lift and hand controls which I may be forced to steal – it was awesome. We went to the Trafford Centre in it for dinner.. it was nice to get to know Becca again, as well as phoebe and Steve; I know things won’t be like before, and neither of us want them to be, but it felt good to re-establish old links and to create new ones.