Nicely said.
Those scooters are ace. My grandfather had the first in a series of huge strokes in about 1988, and got one shortly after he came out of hospital: having been a policeman, he couldn't take being kept at home, so as soon as he trusted himself to get out of the house, that's what he did.

He lived another 10 years after that, and spent a large proportion of them tootling around the place on errands or, frankly, just for the hell of it. 'Cos there's no point being alive if you don't have a life. The scooter was responsible for maintaining much of his.

That's no small achievement for a scooter.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Sun 3 May 2009, 12:06, 1 reply)

Really? That's brilliant news.
Dad's been a bit down, stuck in the house, can't go out without me really, once a week to the garden centre/supermarket, and even then only if he's able. Since I mentioned the scooter he's been far more positive and has designs on the seaside no less! I'm really excited for him :)

Thanks for the comments guys :)
(Northern Lovely, Sun 3 May 2009, 22:30, closed)