Rules are rules

One of my more recent escapades, or lesson learnt, has been the rules regarding the discrimination of the disabled.  More specifically access to, and inside, buildings.

Apparently the rules that I remember coming in a couple of years ago, and do I remember them, now apply to all new build projects as well as existing commercial properties.  So therefore I must* adhere to them.

No matter you might think, a level approach was already planned, but I hadn’t considered that Dr Stephen Hawkins may want to use my downstairs w/c.  I also need to ensure that my electrics, and more specifically my switches, are in places accessible by Jimmy Crankie, regardless of appearance. 

I have two problems with this, well probably more but I haven’t got all day, the first is simple.  It’s my house and I will be living there.  I can’t help but feel that to act in a non- discriminate manner in this context; I am being very much discriminated against myself.

The second and more practical point is that my access, particularly once inside, isn’t suitable for wheelchair use.  However they do not contravene the regulations.

I know I said two, but thirdly; the ever-so-helpful-buildings-inspector advised me that I can change it around once it has been satisfactorily inspected and passed during the building stage. What?  This really makes no sense at all.

*I’m off to check what actually happens if I put my karsey where I want, and have plug sockets nearer the ground than the light switches.