It took a lot of time and courage to do it.
After having my Achilles heel heartlessly exposed with a blood infection, the path to some form of recovery has been plagued with falls and the subsequent crisis of confidence.
The old shower chair does not match the height of my new power char so transferring my sodden self back to the wheels involves a leap of faith. Until one day, whilst pummelling away on the sedentary bike in physio, I had the idea of using the redundant toilet frame. Bingo!
I love it when a plan comes together.