In exchange for crotches, I was given a three-wheel walker, sort-of three-wheel Zimmer frame.  Fancy: it folds neatly, fits into my car, has a sturdy and rather big (black!) bag fastened with a Velcro-strip (so at least I know I will be able to open and close it; I don't much do buttons any more, and pulling strained zips gets tricky as well), and comfortable break handles on both sides.  Black and chrome - how classy.

So why do I feel so low...?

Freddy decided to serve as a scale-comparison!