Today we went to a summer sports festival at a local sports club. They have a car park but it was closed off and the alternative parking that was provided would have meant a long walk. Not feeling too great I thought I would ask if we could park in the club car park. The conversation with the woman 'guarding' the entrance went like this:
Her: the car park is closed. You'll have to park elsewhere.
Me: what about for disabled?
Her: and have you got a disabled badge?
Me: yes. Do you want to see it?
Her: That's ok. *looking into the car* I assume you've got the disabled person with you?
Me: yes. That would be me.
Her: *looks me up and down, rolls her eyes and begrudgingly moves the cone* go on then
Here is an example of how people judge others. No, I'm not in a wheelchair and I might look relatively normal but that doesn't mean I'm not disabled. I can't walk far, I tire easily and need to carry 'supplies' so I need to be able to get back to the car quickly and easily. Lots of people have 'hidden' disabilities and it's not for people like the car park guard to judge me- I've already had to fight to get my blue badge, I shouldn't have to fight to use it.
Anyway, rant over. We had a lovely time watching wrestling, dance groups and eating chips and ice creams. Hubby and the kids played tennis, cricket, volleyball and football and it didn't rain so that was an added bonus.
I love bank holidays. I love having Hubby at home with me and the kids. I wish every week was a 4 day working week and a 3 day weekend. I actually feel a bit sad that there's no more bank holidays for a while. There should be one every month. Don't you agree?
NB x
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