Poppy and I went to the supermarket this evening. It was the first time she’d pushed me in my wheelchair or, as quickly became clear, anyone in any wheelchair. To start with we got stuck on every bump in the pavement, and I had to point out, as we lurched over kerbs, that we weren’t a stunt team.

She got the hang of it soon enough and now she’s a natural, fearless driver. I’m a bit less fearless as a passenger though and every time we approached a bump I overreacted and squealed in excited anticipation.