I popped to the local shop yesterday evening with my carer. On the way I noticed she was pushing my chair when I could’ve been doing it myself, so I took over. I wondered why I hadn’t been doing this as much as usual recently.

Then it dawned on me: it’s winter, and getting cold wet hands is never appealing. I laughed to myself, reassured that there was a logical explanation for my laziness. As spring emerges, I’m sure my hands will too.