If you read my last column you'll know that I'm at a crossroads in my life and I'm trying to find a path that I feel is properly mine, where the pieces of the puzzle fit together.

This requires less doing and more being, thinking and feeling from me so I've knocked the wild celebrity bashes and all night orgies on the head for the minute whilst I discover the meaning of my life.

But it's not all tofu and mung beans, there have been a couple of exciting events to report…

After many sleepless nights and weeks of interviewing, I have finally found an assistant. I try not to use the term "carer" as I feel it's disempowering although as it's unfortunately the word universally recognised as the description for someone who works with a disabled person, I do sometimes use it for convenience, through gritted teeth.

Shannon's the third P.A I've hired this year; the first left because of a bad back, the second had family problems so went home to New Zealand but as the saying goes, third time lucky.

Shannon's been working with me for a couple of weeks now and she's great: easy going, confident, competent and I really like her which is so important as I spend much, much more time with my assistant than I do with anyone else.

I've written a lot about the trials of finding a "carer", (I'm just using it there for variety), and the advice I'd give to anyone trawling through the mire of would be P.A's is to have faith.

Don't be disillusioned by the trail of misfits that traipse into your home after dark with bloodshot eyes, glazed expressions and pointed canines and sit on your sofa offering you illegible CVs from shaky, skeletal hands when all along you've carefully positioned the mirror and can plainly see that they have no reflection and it doesn't matter how willing they are to work nights, they are not getting the job.

It will all be alright. Trust that it will work out. There is a plan for us all and it includes good assistants for everyone. And of course, advertising helps. I advertised on "thegumtree.com" which is free, and in the TNT magazine, which is quite expensive but you get a bigger response.

Losing a good P.A is like losing a partner; you grieve, you think you'll never find anyone who you'll like and who'll like you again and you take to the drink.

But it's all a storm in a tea-cup and just as you're reaching for the razor which is out of reach and your partner won't pass it to you however much you bang on about equality, there she is, the P.A you've been looking for, reflecting gloriously in any mirror you like and more than happy to cook with garlic. Honestly, it's enough to turn an atheist.

And there was another life changing event; we recently had the near orgasmic pleasure of welcoming my new Ford Galaxy into the fold.

A while ago I went to check out the posse at Ford MAGIC and I was so impressed with the free service they offer to disabled people who need any sort of vehicle information or advice, that I was only too happy to borrow a Galaxy for a year in return for doing some promotion work for them.

I know I'm a spoilt minor celebrity but now I'm a spoilt minor celebrity with an automatic, 2.3 litre, cream interior, temperature controlled, 6 CD playing, 7 seated, bum warming, people mover of love to zip my groovy, extra speedy, power chair* in and out of. It is bliss. I love my life.

You know when people like Madonna and Britney get everything for free and it's really irritating because they're loaded, well I'm on their side now: I've turned, I'm a turn-coat. Us celebs stick together.

I've got my fab sponsored car and flashy sponsored power chair but what d'you want me to do? Say: "No thanks, keep your free luxury goods, I'm happy with my old car that I can't get my chair into and my chair that malfunctions while I'm wheeling down the street and the battery comes off the back and I fall out onto the pavement and loads of passers by run over to help the poor cripple girl from the TV who's lying in the gutter."

If I didn't think the products were good, I wouldn't use them and I certainly wouldn't promote them. For example, you won't see me in a McDonald's advert because I'm vegetarian.

And because they haven't asked me. But if anyone from the McD's corporation is thinking of contacting me for one of their ad campaigns, don't bother.

Mind you, you can't fault McDonalds for wheelchair accessible toilets, credit where credit's due; they might be killing cows but they are boosting the number of disabled loos worldwide.

You see how all my thinking time is paying off? I'm more diplomatic and I can find a silver lining in the most unexpected places. All that in just a fortnight; can you imagine the wisdom I'll be sharing in my next column? The mind boggles!

No, the mind is clear, I am at one with the universe, peace and love, Ommmmmmmmmmmm…

• * My power chair is a new model from Sunrise Medical called the P222.
• Ford MAGIC: freephone 0800 240 241