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On parking in disabled bays: An open letter to the man who shouted, ‘It’s probably not even her badge.’

An open letter to the man who shouted, ‘It’s probably not even her badge,’ across a road earlier today – Firstly: It is, and if you’d had the nerve to shout such snide comments before I’d hauled myself into my car and belted myself in, then I would have shown you the picture of my face on my blue badge, not that it’s any of your business. Secondly: Thank you for validating many of the rants, raves, and other expressions of disappointment that I often voice about people and their general ignorance towards individuals with invisible illnesses. While I can’t help but think even now, hours later, that your actions were those of a total pillock, I have to say that in many ways it’s nice that my cynicism has been proved right – again. So, there’s that silver lining to take away from this afternoon, if nothing else. The full story: After starting work at home at around 6:45am, I decided that I could afford a lunchtime stroll into town. By this point in the day my