I was chatting to my boss this afternoon about Saturday’s party. I asked if her son who’s five had, had a good time. I’d seen him a number of times throughout the day and he’d always been doing something different and seemed to be constantly on the go.

While we were all clearing up I’d invited him to sit on my lap while King Russell took us for a spin in my wheelchair. This’d obviously made a big impression on him – when my boss put him to bed that night he’d said, ‘I got to ride on Touretteshero’s bumper car.’

I loved this description of my wheelchair, and that out of all the exciting activities he’d done that day, this was the one he was he’d remembered as he was going to sleep.