I didn’t say anything 2 days ago. It would have sounded crass and tactless.

But – 2 days ago I was in a local shop having a chitty chat with the girl on the till as I packed my bag and paid when I saw the man behind me. He was a double leg amputee in a wheel chair.

As I walked away, the girl asked how he was doing and she got a grunt from him.

Why am I doing this now?

Because – as I pulled out of the car park this morning – he pulled in and I saw his personalised number plate.

N0 11EGS

God’s Honest Truth.

My Grandad George had one leg amputated a year before he died. It never stopped him from gardening. FACT!