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Maureen Oliver
/Oh my goodness, I can relate to this! Negotiating around London is a minefield in a wheelchair. Even in my local suburban streets I encounter trees growing out of the middle of the pavement and trying to avoid doggy doo in the middle of the pavement. Exhibitions can bring on desparation. Why, oh why, do galleries advertising themselves as 'accessible' have incredibly steep ramps to upper galleries and their 'disabled' loos have impossibly heavy doors that I cannot manage?
Deborah Caulfield
/Even for us wheelless, going to London for the day, to events, is bloody exhausting; you captured the weariness very well; and the sense of uplift when something happens that makes it worhtwhile; followed by the downdwards drag of having been-there-done-that-got-the-oversized-teeshirt ... Glad I wan't missed.
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