I dread this question.
"What have you done?!" I risk being asked every time I leave the house, and inevitably it is followed by a outpouring of unwanted - and unwarranted - pity for the fact that I'm disabled.
Today as I was leaving my Mum's house, her neighbour arrived home. I've not actually met him before. I was using one crutch - having been able to park within 2 metres of the front door.
We said hello. And then...
"Uh oh, what have you done?" he says.
Me: (Thinks: Oh no. Another 'oh that's so terrible' pity flood to cope with.)
"Actually, it's better than my usual wheels. This is progress!"
Him: "Oh." Grin. "Enjoy it!"
I expected the 'pitiable' assumption, but what I got was the assumption that I could - and would - go and enjoy my day.
Sometimes it's lovely to be wrong.