I should have pointed out that it was a fancy leather boot and I would never have got it off without stomping down the back of the heel with the other foot, which is how I do it at home when no-one`s looking. So (and by the way, my feet smell like fragrant roses) she had to to get down on the floor and yank it off. I enjoyed her discomfort. In the end I explained that I had a new hip so had to endure the usual claptrap like: `You look too young to have had that done` and..or `I would never have guessed it to look at you.`Gag.
Well done on the volunteer thing. I had to give it up a couple of years ago. I was part of a volunteer home care team that supported people living with cancer and HIV.AIDS who wanted to stay out of hospital. In the end I just couldn`t lift to do the personal care or cleaning required. By then I couldn`t even clean my own house, so it seemed silly to struggle to clean other peoples. I hope to go back to it soon, when lifting is a bit safer, as it is way more satisfying than my regular job. As my hip started to decline, I volunteered to record text books for the blind up at the local university. That was fun, even though there was a little bit of technology to learn. At first I got to read some nice literature and psychology texts, which I looked forward to each week. Then they got me reading physics and math textbooks. Seeing as how I didn`t pass either subject at grammar school and don`t understand all the symbols, let alone know how to say them, it was horribly stressful. If they promise to keep me on legible texts, I`ll probably go back to it in September. Don`t think I could stand long enough for a shift in a shop. Bet you could stretch your psoas though!