My dreams of parking paradise have been dealt a fatal blow by B’s uncompromising honesty.
He isn’t automatically entitled to a disabled parking badge just because he has cancer. He has to show that the disease and/or treatment has caused mobility problems due to symptoms, fatigue, etc.
Here we are the other night, filling in the form.
Me: ‘What is the maximum distance you are usually able to walk?’
B: 5 miles.
Me: They aren’t going to give us a badge if we say you can walk for 5 miles!
B: Then we won’t apply for one.
Me: We could make a small change.
B: What, exactly?
Me: Instead of ‘miles’ we could write ‘metres’. It’s just a few letters.
B: No. That’s not true.
Me (sighing, crumpling up application): Fine!
I think B has forgotten the frank and earthy exchange of words we had in Wales recently, as I was trying to reverse park in front of our B&B on Pembroke high street. There will be plenty more of THAT without a blue badge.
I shouldn’t be bitter. There are many people out there more deserving of a blue badge than we are, and if we do really need one at some point in the future, we will get one.
I shouldn’t be bitter. But I am.