I moved to my one-bed bungalow about four years ago. It’s not very big, but just right for me, and it is a lovely place to live. I’m surrounded by trees and in the summer there are lots of animals about, squirrels, birds and hedgehogs. So many blue tits visit the garden, and I like to make sure I have food out for them.
I’ve planted bulbs, seeds and flowers over the few years since I moved in. I’m an artist and I like to sit outdoors and draw all these things, especially through the summer.
But as things are, I can’t get out into my back garden and I certainly can’t get across it to the shed because the ground is sloping and very uneven, and no good at all for the wheelchair I have to use. My living room, which is perfectly okay for me normally, is now crowded out with various pieces of disability furniture and aids because I have nowhere else to put them. They would fit in the garden shed but, of course, I can’t get to it.
