More snow overnight, and this time it’s a serious quantity – about 4 inches of the white stuff is cloaking my car. My wife is insistent that she is going to drive to Hevingham to go to work, so I go outside and scrape the snow and ice from her car’s windows. My car is looking quite vulnerable outside our house – the roads here haven’t been gritted so they are extremely slippery, it wouldn’t take much for someone turning into our street to slide straight into my car. I scrape my car’s windows as well, and move my car to the safety of the village hall car park.
I take the dog (who is very excited about the snow) for her morning walk, collecting our neighbour’s dog along the way – our neighbour had a shoulder operation yesterday and really needs to take it easy for a few days.
I catch up on the news by reading The Metro online whilst I drink my tea and nutriblast, and then get a few logs in from the back garden and light the fire (I’m feeling the cold – it’s -5 degrees Celsius today, and us Brits aren’t used to it!).
I vacuum downstairs and then take our dog (and our neighbour’s dog) for another walk. My wife arrives home early (for a change) because the weather is worsening and it its snowing heavily again. I prepare dinner (for a change) while she busies herself with some pending admin tasks for her soft furnishings business.
My tremor remains at a tolerable level, my voice is stronger and more distinct. The muscular pain in my right arm, which has been with me for long enough now to be considered a Parkinson’s symptom rather than a strained muscle (which is what I hoped it was, initially), is quite debilitating, and I have to concentrate hard when picking up things (especially food or drink) so that I don’t drop them.