Last year as my mobility deteriorated I described watching a lovely day drift past and how sad I felt at not being able to go out and enjoy it. It was particularly upsetting because I knew it was a situation that was likely to repeat itself again and again if I stayed living where I was. It was the moment when I accepted that my home and my needs were no longer compatible and that I had to move.

Today I watched another lovely day drift past. For a moment I felt sad because it reminded me of other occasions when I’d been stuck inside. But I very quickly recognised that this time it was different.

The reason why I can’t go out today is because I’m not well, but this will pass. Unlike before it isn’t a situation that’s likely to repeat itself very often. Thinking about this cheered me up and I’ve had a nice time with Fran who’s supported me brilliantly.