Every once in a while I have to realise the reason I don& #39;t think of myself as disabled is that I manage my life around my pain. When we bought our first 2nd hand Citroen, 20 years ago, I started being able to get to Melbourne without pain killers.

When it died, we found another 2nd hand Citroen. Its suspension broke on a long drive and it took me 9 months to get my neck back to my usual normal. The 3rd time it failed we didn& #39;t think it could be repaired and replaced the car.

We couldn& #39;t find a suitable Citroen but this one is supposed to be a good ride, so T took me to Melbourne yesterday. And I am wiped out with pain today. And fear, because I can& #39;t live out here without a car.

And then my freaky writer& #39;s mind wonders if this is the fates laughing because I& #39;ve spent the last few years writing about a disabled protagonist. So my next one is going to be strong, bursting with miracles, and definitely have no crippling pain.