I was in the shop earlier, just getting a few odds and ends, when something quite exasperating happened. I was paying for my things, when some woman commented on how brave I was. I didn’t say anything but it wound me up. How is going to the shop to get brunch being brave? To me, an act of bravery is doing something you know to be dangerous, yet despite having the option not to, you do it anyway because it serves some greater good. Where is the danger in going to the shop? The fact I use a chair to get there is irrelevant. I just try to live my life as anyone else does; it’s kind of patronising when people think that simple ambition is something special.