As for the disabled "clients", there was one who had been badly injured when a lorry pulled out from a side road right in front of him on his motorcycle; one was blind; another had undergone an operation (at the age of 14) which went wrong; two were the victims of thalidomide.
This morning it was too windy for the Old Bat to walk unaided so I drove her to the MS Centre for her weekly oxygen treatment. This meant I was talking with several people with MS, each at a different stage. (The Old Bat doesn't have MS, by the way, but does have a vaguely similar degenrative condition.)
All in all it made me realise how lucky I am.
While the Old Bat was in the diving bell I did the shopping and then drove down to Shoreham Harbour and admired the white horses landing on the beach the other side of the harbour arm.