Awake at just after 6am again. I get up just before 7.30am, get dressed and go downstairs to feed the dog and put the kettle on.
I’m going to a funeral today. One of the pillars of the Southrepps community died earlier this month, and today there is a memorial service at the local crematorium. My wife goes off to work, so I walk the dog and then dig out a pair of black trousers, a black tie and a pair of black shoes.
I’m being interviewed by Cannabis Health Radio this afternoon, and there’s an email in my inbox containing a list of questions that they are going to ask me. I spend the morning scripting my answers to the questions so that I’m not stuck for words when I’m put on the spot – I have some mild cognitive impairment (as a consequence of either Parkinson’s Disease progression, or the Deep Brain Stimulation surgery) that means my flow of words is affected.
I drive to the crematorium in Cromer in plenty of time for the service. It’s lucky that I did, because it seems that everyone else has had the same idea – the car park is nearly full, and I only just manage to get a seat in the chapel.
An hour later and it’s all over and everyone is attending the wake in The Vernon Arms. I pop in there for a swift pint of Abbot Ale, but return home before the food is served – I’m not feeling up to dealing with crowds.
I finish scripting my answers to the interview questions, and then it’s time for the interview – time flies when you’re having fun!
The interview goes really well, and I’m looking forward to hearing it when it’s been edited. My tremor, which has been breaking through on my left side all day, has an absolute field day during the interview, making my left leg jump around constantly, so I guess that’s evidence of the stress I experience when I feel put on the spot. It calms down again once the interview is over, but I do give it a little help in the way of some cannabis – seems appropriate!