Visited Dad this weekend and finally saw him in his new all singing all dancing wheelchair that his ex-employers very kindly paid for. Took him for a stroll to MacDonalds (the only food outlet nearby that my children agreed to eat in). I could ignore his shouting at people (though I'm sure he made a few people jump, they were kind enough to not say anything), and I was very pleased that we didn't get the usual profanities (the only words he can actually pronounce are 'yes' and a string of unmentionables). Got around the dipped curbs and bobbly pavements and general obstacles and people were very quick to open the door for me. Didn't think it quite through enough, though, as I had to carry the food back to the home (not brave enough to eat out yet) AND push the wheelchair up hill. Got back into the home after our brief trip out, and while I was pleased that I'd got him outside for the first time in 2 years, he was very cross, and his hair was more than a tad windswept. He was pacified by a few forbidden french fries (on a diet due to sympathy puddings from the girls at the home!)Next time I will take a woolly hat for him as I think the shouting was due to the wind. And I must get to the gym so that I can tackle the up hill section a bit more easily next time............................