My daughter wants to do stuff while she is visiting my wife and I, so today we are going to be visiting my mum, who lives in Stalham, about 14 miles from Southrepps.
First things first, though. We have another cooked breakfast (bacon, sausages, fried eggs, toast) rustled up by my wife, and then we go to the allotment to water the newly planted seedlings (provided they are still alive – I neglected to water them yesterday). The seedlings survived, which I am very relieved about, and my daughter helps my wife and I clear some of the weeds that are threatening to overwhelm our vegetable plants. My tremor is breaking through quite strongly today, and I have very little stamina, so I only last about 20 minutes before I am wanting to go back home and take a seat.
My daughter drives us to Stalham. We go to Tesco first, and buy chocolates and ice creams and take them with us when we visit my mum. My mum has advanced Parkinson’s Disease and she isn’t having a very good day – in fact it seems like she hasn’t had a very good week because she tells me that she has had 4 falls this week! No bones broken, luckily. Her voice is a whisper, and it is virtually impossible to carry on a conversation with her. The only sentence that I hear clearly is when she tells my daughter that “life is too difficult for me”. Not exactly an enjoyable and uplifting visit.
My wife and I watch a documentary on YouTube this evening (whilst my daughter is busy doing some work towards her Biochemistry degree) about cannabis, and I heartily recommend it (even though the audio quality isn’t great) – it’s called “When We Grow, This Is What We Can Do” – it highlights the absurdity of the UK’s drug laws.