Even though I use a walking frame or wheelchair, some of you probably know that I walk around my house unaided, and hold onto walls and cupboards and various other household objects as I need to.
(Believe me, I will grab hold of just about anything close to me to avoid falling over if I need to. I cringe when I think back to how many times I latched on to poor, unsuspecting strangers when I used to walk around the supermarket without help as a kid.)
I wouldn’t say I could find my way around my house with my eyes closed (I tried it once, panicked and fell over – shocker) but I feel safe wandering around it.
However, one thing I try avoid is walking with both my hands full. I like to have one free in case I feel myself having a wobble. And yet, as I sit here typing this, that is what I’ve just done.
Yep, I just walked from the kitchen to the living room with a half-drunk cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other.
I know what you’re thinking, given my balance record, that probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had.
A physical, paperback book and liquid, what was I thinking??
Are you nervous yet, because I was as I set off on my little journey.
I DID IT!
I made it to the sofa, and no books, mugs of half-drunk tea, OR girls called Nic were hurt in the process.