The day is spent cleaning and tidying the house in preparation for a visit from my wife’s younger brother and his new girlfriend tomorrow. I’m still feeling very low on energy, so my contribution is fairly limited. My wife is almost a blur as she races around trying to do everything at once – I sit on the sofa in the lounge, trying to summon up the energy to get off my backside and help. Eventually, I empty the woodburner (which is still full of ash from when it was last used), clean the windows in the doors and wash the outside of the stove, then I wash the hearth and seal it with a little WD40 – it looks pretty good, if I say so myself!
We do a bit of weeding in the back garden, and then take a drive out to Mundesley to meet up with my wife’s youngest son, his wife and our youngest granddaughter, who are going there to have one of the locally famous Mundesley burgers.
By the time we return home I’m flagging – my speech is awfully slurred at the moment, and my legs feel weak and inadequate for their intended purpose. I feel that Parkinson’s has taken another step forward and progressed – perhaps as a result of my latest DBS adjustments (then again, perhaps not – perhaps Parkinson’s has just decided to give me another kick in the teeth…).