The new corridors on campus were far too narrow. They were also windowless, and nobody thought to post any signs to the walls. As soon as the students returned for the new year, it would be chaos – and perhaps even a fire hazard.
I pondered all this as the train pulled into Carlisle. When I realised that this was my stop I hurried to pull on my coat. As usual I struggled with my paralysed left arm and had to ask for the help of a stranger. The woman standing next to me was curious. She followed me off the platform and on to TPR who was waiting for me in our red F-reg Peugeot 205. I turned to her and shouted “If you really want to find out more, please do what everyone else does and stick my name into Google!”