KC has a point: in a reply to my entry about our trip to Brighton, she asked me ” why do you make such a big thing having a average time?” her inference being that we were not doing anything particularly extraordinary in having a day trip. That is certainly true: many people, disabled or not, go on such trips all the time; I suppose a few of them wake up on beaches far more exotic (and less stony) than bighton’s. that is all part of regular, normal life – there is no reason to make such a big fuss about normality.

Yet, at the same time, there is. I need hardly lecture KC (if those initials correspond to the name I assume) about disability history. I may never have woken up on a beach, but in a long stay hospital bed, day after day. Thus to me such events are worth celebrating, worth writing about. That is especially so given it was my first ever night out. To me it is essential to record such things, to show others that our lives can be just as normal as any other. I get great joy from being able to sit here and describe my life – somehow it makes the experience whole, more complete. Mind you, part of me worries what Lyn feels about me broadcasting almost every part of our lives to the world.