Squished

Can someone dig the station wheelchair out for my arrival at Snowhill to wheel me across to HQ.

I am aware that I have ample thighs, which I will try to contain to my own seat, ( imagine a wriggly puppy)  and yes I will give my seat up should the train get busy- however I feel I may never walk again- as a lady who is larger than me has seated herself beside me, oh let me correct that to Once again she has not seated herself or lowered her self into the empty space beside me but once again plonked herself down with the same  enthusiasm as a mother of 12 entering a church jumble sale when or me when I see the yellow stickers going on the reduced cakes in the supermarket.... you know when someone sits on your coat and you can't move....... hmmmmm she's sat on my thigh overspill