I slept well (again) last night, and didn’t get up until well after 9am. The world outside our window is sparkling frosty white this morning – my car looks to be completely encased in ice. I hope the temperature rises a little bit later on – I want to wash my car today (I haven’t done so since before I was in hospital in April).
The ground is frozen hard underfoot when I take the dog for her morning walk, and my toes are completely numb inside my wellies – it’s bloody freezing!
Eventually the sun defrosts the car, and I venture out armed with a bucket of warm soapy water and a sheepskin mitt to do battle with the generous quantity of bird muck that coats it’s paintwork.
The frost (and it’s subsequent melting) has softened the bird muck, so it actually washes off really easily, and it doesn’t take me too long to do. I’m struggling a little with shortness of breath and muscular stiffness today, and it makes the task a tad more difficult than it usually is. At least tremor is (mainly) under control. Dyskinesia and dystonia are fairly stable. My walking is atrocious at the moment (more of a stumble than a walk), but at least I am still managing to stay upright. My voice is still not very strong, but it is better than it was yesterday. Motivation is still improved compared to last week, so I’m pleased about that.
We have to go to Hevingham to give my wife’s ex-husband’s girlfriend her birthday present (what a rubbish time to have a birthday!) and to collect some fabric samples to show to one of her customers tomorrow morning. When we get back home, the day is pretty much over – it’s dark and everything is getting iced up again. My wife prepares a dinner of Christmas leftovers while I light the fire, and we select yet another Netflix movie for the evening’s entertainment.