Yesterday I went to a Wellbeing Centre in my local town. I had researched it and was pleased to see on their website, the words
disabled access. But being bitten by that too often, when it doesnt always mean it`s right for me, I rang to check.
I was told there was a step at the front and back, but other wheelies had managed ok. I wanted to go and check it out, so off I tootled with hubby and carer in tow. My chair has a kerb climber attached, although I sometimes call it either Kathy Kirby or a kerb crawler (ahem), but it copes wel with with up to a 3 inch step.
But no, it wouldnt do it…front nor back! I gave it a few Boudica type charges…no, no good!
Someone came out and wondered what was trying to bring their roof down!
We discussed the problem, I received the usual apologies and they said,
Hold on a mo... the manager of the establishment was telephoned. A ramp was ordered.
Today I rang to check and yes, it would be available in the next few days.
So I booked an appointment for 2 weeks time, for a massage, hair consultation, colour, cut and finish…3 days before we go to my Hilton Spa break in Blackpool.
I was told there would be champers and chocolates awaiting me as a new customer.
Living the life, ain`t I?