Sunday musings

John came and visited me this weekend. We have come a long way since undergrad university days at Canterbury, Kent. We've sat in theology classes together (he's a chaplain), went to each other's weddings, watch our kids grow up from spasmodic visits and kept in touch that way.

Instead of going to church, I gave him some disability equality training by making him listen and watch Disability Capital webcast, listen to Ouch podcasts etc. I think he appreciated it. Then we went to Warwick and had a full English roast Sunday lunch. It was very nice but I cannot recommend the restaurant because it was not accessible with one step and no accessible loo. Picturesque town but not very habitable I think with a wheelchair.

           John G. with his Sunday roast

However I think I am getting more and more one track in my conversations and evangelical about disability. I must go take up something else to do or I will sound like I am stuck in a groove. I wrote to someone saying I do not like to put myself in a silo but lately disability has been dominating all my thoughts. I need to go do some exercise because the only other thing I do besides sitting at my computer is eat at restaurants or having a drink (even if it is not alcohol ) at the pub.