What a difference a day makes; a day and 4 months plus if I’m honest. Last time I wrote here, I was so sunk into the gloom post-general election I’d actually turned to poetry! Friday morning, I set off on a train to Manchester, on my way to the AGM of my impairment group (the politics of that deserving its own blog!), knowing many of my friends were ensconced outside parliament, urging MPs to vote against the Assisted Dying Bill. As the sun came out at my destination, so the news...

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