Nurse Jackie and I have just got back from a blissful week in Corsica. Blissful, despite Corsica probably being the least accessible holiday destination we could have chosen. The wheelchair had a brief outing in St Florent during which I was narrowly saved from being tipped into a deep gutter by a kindly passer-by. After that I stuck to my crutches. There was one particularly undignified moment at the railway station when Nurse J and the guard had to take hold of my arms and haul me up the two foot gap between the platform and the train. I have returned from holiday with a huge purple bruise on my shin from scraping up the metal train steps, biceps to rival those of Michelle Obama, and rather too much evidence of some very good Corsican meals.