Part of me feels guilty for not having been up there yesterday. A large part of me says that if there was any meaning behind all the political ranting I do, I should have been up in parliament yesterday, protesting, trying to break down the door of the house of commons with my fellow disability activists. Another part of me says I as right not to go; that, had I gone, there’s a good chance I would have lost my head, done something stupid, and would have woken up in a jail cell this morning. In that case, Lyn would have been fully justified in packing my bags and putting me on the next train back to cheshire. I owe it to her to be sensible – well, at least try to.

Yet the fact remains we need to protest. Disabled people are desperate and angry right now, and that desperation and anger need to be shown. I was glad to see news of the protest on both the BBC and Channel Four bulletins last night, yet I noticed the story slipping down the running order as the evening wore on. There was no word if this morning. Thus we need to keep it up. The country needs to be shown videos like the ones here. The truth about the tory cuts, rather than the blatant lies about ‘protecting people’ and ‘ring-fencing funds’ they spout, needs to be told. We need more actions like yesterday, and I hope by the next one to have grown some cajones and be hammering on the commons doors alongside my comrades. I’d just have to tex Lyn and ask her to keep my dinner warm.