Snookered.

So… Before I go into a longwinded story as to why I disappeared for abit… I shall share with you a tale that was told to me yesterday by my buddy.

Every second Monday, a load of us blindy people attend a pub to get together a good night out. Mixed age group. Lovely people. Beer, laughs, putting world to rights.

Richard, who is the god of organisation, helping out, solving problems and putting people together within the sight loss community, organises the taxis/minibus so we all can get there safely.

“Off to play snooker?” Taxi driver says to him when he’s gets in.

“No” says Rich, after a slight puzzled delay.

Maybe the taxi driver began to realise after picking up an assortment of blind people of varying degrees. Some with dogs, some with canes, some with nothing (i.e me), that Richards ‘snooker cue’ was actually a white cane to help him get around.

Awkward…