Almost exactly twenty-four hours ago I was sitting where I am now, at my computer, about to go out. Little did I know that I was in for quite a ride. Dominic had proposed we go up to the Tate, just for a look around and where he could meet a couple of his friends, so we went. Now, I usually try to record the most major happenings of my life on here in order to give people a taste of what life is like for a guy with CP, but today I’m not even going to attempt it. I’ll just say that, when I got up this morning, Dom and two girls were sleeping in a tent in the back garden. There is, of course, quite a good reason why they were there – or at least why Dom was there – but it is rather complicated, involving my need to get up early for a hospital appointment and a rather unexpected party. Make of that what you will, but I must just stress that, for once, it was not my idea!

Stuff like this never happened with my parents.