Something rather odd happened earlier. It was only a fleeting event, but it struck me as so strange that it was worth noting here.  I was out and about again, crossing Shooters Hill road. When I cross roads in my powerchair, I use zebra crossings where I can. When I do, I have a habit of waving to the waiting drivers in thanks as I cross.  I know they are legally supposed to stop when they see people waiting at zebra crossings, but it just seems friendly to recognise their gesture. I just raise my left hand and nod towards the waiting drivers. Mind you, I usually have the cloth I wipe away my dribble with in that hand, so it probably looks like I’m waving it at them.

Crossing Shooters Hill earlier, everything had gone as it usually does: two cars had stopped, I’d crossed and waved. I was about to continue my journey, though, when all of a sudden a strange man came up to me and cried “Wow! That was the most cheerful crossing I’ve ever seen!” before continuing on his way. I don’t know whether it was cheerful or not, but it certainly struck me as an odd thing to hear when you’re crossing the road.