It’s a beautiful warm and sunny day in Southrepps, and I spend the morning psyching myself up to go down to the allotment and cut the grass pathways. Around lunchtime I wander down there, get the mower out of the shed and make a start on it. The job takes me over an hour (it would have taken me less than 20 minutes in my pre-Parkinson’s days) and I’m as hot and sweaty as a very hot, sweaty thing by the time I finish. While I’m there, I dig up the broad bean (fava bean) plants, and that’s me finished (literally) for the day.
I stagger back home to collapse onto the sofa, where I remain (recovering) for the rest of the afternoon. I had intended having another go on the mini motorised exercise bike today (because I didn’t exercise for very long yesterday) but I can’t summon up the energy required – tomorrow, perhaps.