Went out for afternoon drinks and nibbles, as one does at Christmas. Big house, bigger garden, long, long way to walk to a chair.
This is fine in daylight, and I can see where I am going, and what I can cling to.
The sun is setting, I try to escape, three times. Finally I said, all right truly I have to go, lovely to see you, what's the shortest and simplest way out of here?
The sun sets. "Don't worry, we'll help you."
Two old school friends grabbed me on either side and more or less frogmarched me down stairs, up stairs, down a ramp with no railing and over what felt like miles of lawn and gravel.
There was no arguing with them. It was frankly a bit terrifying, because my arms weren't free for emergency balance manoeuvring.
I have never been so happy to reach my car.
I know they really meant well and thought they were doing the right thing. Does anyone else find it worse when someone insists on giving you an arm to lean on?
This is fine in daylight, and I can see where I am going, and what I can cling to.
The sun is setting, I try to escape, three times. Finally I said, all right truly I have to go, lovely to see you, what's the shortest and simplest way out of here?
The sun sets. "Don't worry, we'll help you."
Two old school friends grabbed me on either side and more or less frogmarched me down stairs, up stairs, down a ramp with no railing and over what felt like miles of lawn and gravel.
There was no arguing with them. It was frankly a bit terrifying, because my arms weren't free for emergency balance manoeuvring.
I have never been so happy to reach my car.
I know they really meant well and thought they were doing the right thing. Does anyone else find it worse when someone insists on giving you an arm to lean on?
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