There is a detail about the awesome events of Thursday which I didn’t include in yesterday’s entry because I didn’t think it would fit in with the enthusiasm I was trying to convey, and because I think it warrants it’s own entry. When my mum first bought the tickets for the show, she was told that the wheelchair spaces had all sold out, meaning when we got to the stadium I would have to park my powerchair somewhere and walk to an ordinary seat. That initially sounded fine, as I can walk short distances (although I may have needed help going up or down steps). However, when we reached our designated seats, we saw that everyone was standing up, so I wouldn’t have been able to see anything. When we realised that, John hurried back to the ticket office, me in tow. I don’t know how we managed it, but, jammy bastard that I am, we were then given the tickets for the very last wheelchair space in the entire stadium! I wouldn’t have to get out of my powerchair after all. And, because it was round a bit further, we had an even better view than the people in the other (full) wheelchair viewing area. My luck really is uncanny sometimes.