Why on earth did I have to wait for someone to suggest using a wheelchair? Rearrange the following into a well known phrase or saying: idiot, stupid, you. So with Ma in full support *wry Miranda-esque look to camera* I loaded her into the car and we went to Tesco. Ma wanted to go and see Mavis so hardly complained at all.
Naturally there weren't any blue badge places near to the door and I have often pondered on the reasoning behind offering a single full row of badge spaces which runs away from the front of the store. This just makes 85% of them no better for the disabled than any other. Anyway once a wheelchair was wrangled back to the car I managed to persuade Ma to sit in it. She wasn't happy on several counts - she didn't need one, it was windy, it was cold, we didn't need any shopping and she wanted to go to see Mavis... With a blanket over her knees, her collar pulled up and the hood of her coat fully over her eyes we set off.
In the store it wasn't much better but using a combination of selective deafness and being in control of steering we did a mutinous trip around the store and managed to fill a hand basket. At the till I realised that I'd left my purse in the glove box. Arse. Took Eskimo Nell back to the car then sorted the shopping. Back to the car for a nice sit down. God I was bloody exhausted. Who thought this was a good idea? Then I phoned Mavis.
They were out.