PERFECT MATCH

While the bus vibrated under my feet, I kept a firm hold of my white stick, sitting in silence as I always did.

I’d been living in England for seven years and while people were a lot kinder to me than they’d been in France, nobody talked to me or approached me.

I was 31 and living in London, which made using a stick awful.

‘Get a guide dog, that’s best,’ everyone would say.

But at the time, I was still travelling back to France three times a year and leaving a dog behind wouldn’t be fair to them.

So, despite the advice, I carried on with the stick.

When I was three, I was diagnosed with congenital glaucoma after