Lets go cruising

  Today we are of to the bank, post office and a bit of shopping mothers choice, I've been given my orders.


"Hi mother are you ready for the off?"


"Yes , have you put petrol in the car ,checked the oil and tyres " quirked mother 


I just ignored her when she starts on this type of questioning she is best ignored.


In the car she gets wheel chair in the boot and off we go. The normal directions on how to drive, with the odd slow down I want to see .....


We make it to our destination in one piece and I unload mother into the chair 


"Where to first " I ask


"Bank first" declares mother


This is the first time I've taken her to the bank and I couldn't get the wheelchair over the very small bump in the doorway 


"What's the matter" mother asks


"We're stuck" I say, while jumping up and down on the treads at the back of the chair trying to make the front wheels to lift a bit. Un fortunately mother might be shorter than me but she is heavier. 


Mother "I'll get out and walk" 


I laughed "yes and then the paramedics can pick you up of the floor "


"Can I help you" a voice asked 


wow he's not bad looking " yes please " I stuttered (what a gent)


Thanking him for his help mother turned round and retorted " she's not on the pull ,she's pushing my chair" heck I could strangle her sometimes. 


Laughing I thanked him again and we carried on. 


This though had given me an idea, mischief comes quite naturally to me. So when we crossed the road I got the chair moving and jumped on the foot treads at the back. The chair cruised across the road with no pushing from me. 


So today I've learnt that wheelchairs can be a pulling machine. Also I can use them like a sled, brilliant 


Till next time

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