I started drafting this on the 1814 train out of Kings Cross, heading home and hardly able to stay awake after a ‘proper early’ start, and feeling on the whole pretty pleased with how the day went. The second summit of the Wheelchair Services Review was long in the gestation, and involved an amazing amount of effort on the part of many good people (doubtless, from the outside, it looks like too many people). Coming back to it on Friday afternoon, waiting (nearly two hours late) for my Oncology appointment, it turns out my view is a bit more jaundiced. Not with the people, not with the effort (already) expended, and not with the focus and sheer intent in the room. Just with the slowness, the Titanic-esque process.

Oh, for a benign dictatorship.

So, the gist?

Here’s are some quotes (in bold) from ‘Summit II’, and my personal response to…