Today, I walked back from my counselling place, as usual. I crossed the road not far from our house and noticed a dark Range Rover approaching. As it got closer, I saw the man himself at the wheel.
"Ah, now I'll get a lift for the last few hundred yards," I thought happily, as I prepared for said Range Rover to pull up beside me.
But no, although there was no visible sign of a white stick propped up beside him, the driver of said vehicle drove on regardless, completely oblivious to my presence.
He wasn't, however, when I arrived home, hard on his heels.
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't see you."
Which was completely the wrong thing to say... He knows that now!