I popped to the Post Office this afternoon in my recently improved wheelchair. As I queued with Sophie a toddler waiting in line with his mum turned towards me. He looked at me, and the chair, beamed and then made a beeline for my lap. His mum scooped him up as he tried to clamber on, explaining that a good friend of hers is a wheelchair user and that her son’s used to riding on her chair.

They posted their letter at the counter and headed out. Moments later the little boy sped round the corner in a wobbly fashion, grinning broadly as he tried to climb on board again. He was very determined and very sweet.

He was still smiling when his mum retrieved him again and carried him out of the door.