We're trying again tonight to get Uncle to church. The taxi company that failed to turn up in time last week is the only one in Swansea that has wheelchair-accessible cabs so we're a bit stuck. We might have a go later in the week at getting Uncle into our mini but I don't think we'd be able to get his wheelchair in even if we got him in. And out.
Finding out that life is not simple for the disabled. But that still doesn't justify the number of disabled parking spaces compared to parent and toddler!
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Looking out at the rain - the edge of Abigail I believe - today it's hard to remember that it was only two months ago that we were sitting by a lake in Hanoi being drawn.
You can't tell from that photo just how very hot and humid it was.
Quite a crowd gathered as the artist did her work.
Including another artist who decided to draw us too.
Which one do you think is best?
|The one we paid for?|
Or the one we didn't pay for? (Of course we did pay for it too in spite of Husband's grumbles.)
If you look at the first photo you can see Husband is actually smiling. Slightly. It's just that his resting face is grumpy.