Half of the automating work on my bedroom door has now been done – thanks to intervention from: The Girl, the disability support team at the Equality Service, the Equal Opps Officer for the School of Sociology and Social Policy, the Director of Estates, and the head of the Disability Studies course (who also happens to be my personal tutor). Apparently the motto is something like ‘when all else fails, get in with the top people’.
So I am now able to kick my door open without injury, and on Friday I’m promised it will be fully automated. We shall see, of course, but right now I’m just happy to have injury-free entrance and exit to my own home.
As I said thanks to the Accommodation Services woman for (*finally*) arranging this, I heard myself apologise for being ‘difficult’. Oh God. Someone please have me shot – I’m a really, really terrible example of a disability rights activist. (But seriously, how do you thank someone for arranging something about which you’ve been really quite forceful, while acknowledging both their hard work and your inconvenience, without either backing off from your original strong position or sounding ungrateful? Best answer wins the last gingerbread person from a lovely little homemade batch that my PA brought me the other day.)