Watching Paul Little lay down a disabled ramp for me outside his tattoo shop, I felt a tingle of excitement.
‘Nice to see you, Alison,’ he smiled.
He’s always so friendly, I thought.
‘You, too, Paul’ I replied, wheeling myself inside.
It was October 2019, and I’d been a wheelchair user all my life after being born with spina bifida – a birth defect that meant my spinal column didn’t develop properly.
But I never let my disability get the best of me.
I was very strong-minded.
As a local, I often wheeled past Paul’s tattoo parlour.
‘Hi, love,’ he’d say, making small talk.
Chatty and friendly, Paul had tattooed a pink and blue heart on the top of my right arm in June.
He’d put me at ease at…
