Perhaps it was the weather, but I briefly began to feel really, really down earlier: I was cold, one of my powerchairs is still out of action, the news of Liam’s death is still fresh and painful. For a while, the world seemed truly bleak. But then, a simple question occurred to me: at the end of the day, what have I got to feel so miserable about? There was I, sat on a bus heading into one of the greatest cities on earth; it may have felt cold but the sky was blue. I had a day of exploration and culture ahead of me. My chair might be broken, but it will be back running fairly soon, and besides I have a second one to use. The world might be going nuts but feeling so down is utterly pointless. And in that moment the darkness lifted and everything seemed cool again.