Drip dry

 I got thoroughly soaked headed from home to train station on Wednesday. It was absolutely tossing it down with freezing rain. As I'd have to walk about half of it - the slope is too steep to safely wheel, I just flipped my seat-cushion up to the vertical in the hope of keeping it semi-dry, and waddled the whole way. That was fairly successful, but the rest of me was soaked. I didn't switch to wheeling until I get under cover of the station roof, but my wheelchair gloves were soaked through within 10 metres. Miserable weather.


Fortunately things went better after that, though I did have to get the guard on the London to Darlington leg to rearrange luggage so that I could actually get out of the carriage at Darlington (they have a stupid little luggage rack at the entrance that is to small for most luggage, so people just ram it in anyway and leave it projecting into the aisle, which blocks the chair). Got into Bishop at 4:20, with my brother-in-law waiting outside, and even decent weather, home at my mother's by 4:30.

I didn't get to see my dad on Thursday, my sister forgot about me when she went over (!?!), but did see him this morning, though he only opened his eyes briefly for that. I then got lightly hailed on while waiting for my sister to pick me up. 

Ah, Spring!