and that was managed with great success. One is a very good friend who I have met before on several occasions, and we had a much-needed cup of tea together that in itself made up for the disappointment of the exhibition. Another person I have "known" and considered a friend for many years, but only online, and my PA tells me that my face lit up like a Christmas tree when I saw her for the first time. Others had familiar names and I'm pleased to be able to add faces. Eventually our group - consisting of two powerchair users, two manual wheelchair users (myself included), one person using a mobility scooter, and two people without any visible mobility aids at all - made our way into a well-known pub/restaurant chain for lunch. Incidentally, I still get a thrill from that. Us being able to go and have lunch together in a pub is concrete proof that campaigning for equality works, has worked, and can continue to work. There's still a way to go, but it would have been unthinkable thirty years ago. The meal was not spectacular. The company and the conversation were. There's an unusual sense of freedom when socialising with other disabled people, because you can actually go ahead and talk about disability issues without having to draw a diagram of the welfare/social care systems, and without being pitied, and without having to listen to any ablesplaining about how surely X doesn't happen any more, and the