So I arrive at the busy car park at Gloucester Shire Hall, step off a Suzuki 750 and walk four paces to the attendant's hut. I'm in full armour, Kevlar knuckles, etc. I lift the flip-up front of my helmet and say, "I have a meeting with Occupational Health at 3pm." "Certainly sir, you know where they are?" "Yes. Would you like me to take up a whole parking space or shall I park somewhere out of the way?" "How do you mean?" "Well last time I was here I noticed that there were some bikes parked on the paved area between the two buildings." "Oh I see - sorry, I didn't realise you were on a motorbike." And before anyone asks, I did check with Reception whether he was partially sighted. Their response was, "If by 'partially sighted' you mean 'total pain in the arse', then yes, he's partially sighted". Just thought I'd share a precious moment...