Something happened earlier which I’m still very much in two minds about. As an incident it only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was the sort of thing which could easily have escalated into something nasty. I was on my way to Lewisham, hoping, albeit vaguely, to rendezvous there with Dom. It’s a nice, sunny day, so I was just trundling there in my powerchair. Approaching the town centre, I was about to pass a supermarket when a woman came running out of the shop towards me, chased by a security guy. She crossed the road directly into my path, so without thinking I put my foot out to trip her. I felt her leg hit my foot: she staggered and almost fell, and the security man managed to catch up with her.

And that was that, basically. I continued on my way towards Lewisham, the episode continuing behind me. A moment’s action on my part, with no repercussions. Yet, looking back I was very, very lucky: the woman, already very angry and desperate to escape, could easily have turned and attacked me, and at the distance she was I would not have been able to get away or defend myself. Using my Ipad I asked a passing woman who had witnessed the incident whether I should have done what I did, and she thought I should have. But as I continued my trundle I realised that it would have been more sensible for me not to intervene, and that I had probably been very foolish. Yet given that I had helped the security guard catch the woman, perhaps I had done the right thing.