We were always destined to meet of course. To be fair, I was pushing it, getting to the age of 34. My spina bifida decided enough was enough and it was time on that icy morning in Aberdeen in late 2005 for it to finally reveal itself - "I've been expecting you! What took us so long to get acquainted?" I was never the best walking on ice. My footwear choice was never the best for the conditions. It was only a couple of minutes from my flat to the bus stop. I wasn't even sure if the buses were running. I usually heard them from my flat but I couldn't say if i'd heard one or not this morning. My technique for walking on ice was to waddle like a penguin, which latterly the NHS has adopted as official advice. My problem though was that I was always so bloody tense. I always felt it was inevitable I would come a cropper. I walked slowly but, such was my level of fear, I was sweating from the exertion and my mental anguish. I was overcompensating for every mino...