I think I have been enjoying my independence a bit too much. Although that isn’t a bad thing, is it? The fact that I can cook for myself, do my own laundry and many other things that people think that a disabled person like me cannot do is a good thing. People sometimes say “how can you cook if you cannot see what you are cooking” and I reply back “you don’t need sight to cook, as long as it smells and tastes nice then it’s probably done”. You might not understand that but it’s actually true.

Being visually impaired can be a challenge, but fun, at times. The frightening night walks where you cannot see a thing and the busy days where people just get in your way. Hereford is a nice place, and the only place that has a road sign for blind people, but do I really want to move up here. We will see.

Every day I wake up to the sound of guide canes scraping across the stone courtyard, making their way to the centre building. I also get dogs barking, asking their owners to let them go for a free run. It must be difficult being a guide dog. Some people think that they can read bus numbers, really, ignore that because stupid and only an idiot would say that. And trust me there are plenty of idiots around.

I better finish there for now as I have lessons in the morning, urgh too much work and not enough time as I keep on saying.

[Comment added 23rd May 2014] I won’t be moving up here after all, which is a good thing as I think it is too far away from family and friends. I would not say that I would completely forget about the idea as it is a nice area, but would I really move that far up the country? I don’t know?