There is an aspect of disability I had never considered.
Having a disabled person in the house requires quite a lot of equipment. Most of it is a once-off thing but some items have to be bought on a regular basis.
There is one thing all these items seem to have in common though – there seems to be some kind of law that everything has to be packed in huge cardboard boxes. And I really mean huge. Even if the item is relatively small it comes in a huge box mainly full of scrumpled up paper to fill the cavernous empty spaces.
In the early days I used to cut them up. It was a tedious job, hacking at corrugated cardboard with a butcher’s knife and them ramming the bits into the recycle bin. I soon got tired of it. So now I just flatten them and stick ’em in the garage. There’s a mountain of them now.
One of these days I am going to tie them all up into a massive bundle and leave them out on recycle day. The problem is that I don’t have any string. I know that’s a small problem as all I have to do is to buy a ball of string down in the village. But I keep forgetting.
I’m just back from the village.
I forgot to buy string.