I was invited to a McMillan coffee morning today, in a lovely new flat in a former Victorian Lunatic Asylum, which has by all accounts been very beautifully and tastefully converted. I accepted the invitation, but then my husband, who would have had to take me was delayed so I couldn’t go. I sent a message apologising. Then I looked on Facebook and saw the hostess had posted several pictures of the event. Everyone had taken their shoes off, so as not to mark the lovely new light beige carpet. I’m so glad I didn’t go, somehow I don’t think my wheels would’ve been welcomed on that carpet. If I’d left the chair outside and staggered in on crutches I still wouldn’t have been able to take off my shoes at the door. 1. I can’t balance so any attempt would’ve ended in disaster and 2. I wear foot up foot braces on both feet, which I can’t wear bare foot.
I’m so glad I didn’t go. I would’ve felt embarrassed and a little humiliated.