Why Is That Cripple Waving That Cloth?

I think I’m going to note something which I’ve been wanting to explain for a while. It might not be of any interest or relevance to anyone else, but is just one of those little details of my life which I like to articulate here. To be honest I’m slightly concerned that drivers around the borough of Greenwich think that I go about waving my cloth at them. That is to say, when they stop to let me cross the local roads, I for some reason I twirl the cloth I use to keep my chin dry above my head. Thinking about it, it must look very weird: a guy in a powerchair, who they’ve just stopped to allow across the road, frantically waving what looks like a small face cloth in his hand. The truth is that I’m trying to thank them. Of course I would like to wave my hand in thanks like anyone else, but I don’t really have time to let go of my cloth without potentially losing it first. Hardly important really, but one of those small details and potential misunderstandings of my life which I like to iron out.

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