I said I was taking a couple of weeks off from blogging, coinciding with a couple of weeks holiday. How quickly two weeks has become three weeks, but now, I’m back!
My wife and I had an amazing time – soaking up the rays, eating and drinking entirely too much, and snorkelling in warm, clear seas (not necessarily in that order!). My Parkinson’s didn’t restrict me too much – I don’t have a huge amount of energy these days, but then there was no pressure to expend any, I was able to do as much (or as little) as I felt capable of. While we were away, we celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary, so that made our holiday particularly special. Travelling is a tiring business, though, and the week subsequent to our holiday has been spent recovering from the travelling, adjusting to the time difference, unpacking suitcases (mostly by my wife), washing all of our holiday clothing (all done by my wife) and generally getting back into the swing of life in Southrepps.
Whilst we were away from the UK, I went without my usual medication (cannabis) and depended upon the demon drink to relax me and to help me get off to sleep. It’s a relief to replace alcoholic intoxication with herbal, and herbal is so much more effective! So, I should be jumping for joy at the news they cannabis is now legal (from 1st November 2018) for medicinal use – surely all I need to do now is request it from my GP? Wrong!!! Even if my GP were allowed to prescribe it (which he isn’t – only specialist clinicians are permitted), the government guidelines for the prescription of cannabis are so restrictive that it is unlikely that anyone will be able to quality for it – what a surprise! (NOT!). The battle for access to this amazing plant rages on!
The weather changed while we were gone, and there is now a definite nip in the air, so thoughts turn to cosy evenings with the woodburner blazing away. I contact the person we last purchased logs from, and arrange delivery of a cubic metre of hardwood logs this evening. It’s extremely dark when the log man arrives with his trailerful of wood, so I illuminate the back garden with the light that I use for filming, and we cart the logs in from the road using my wife’s pink wheelbarrow – very fetching! My wife arrives home from work in time to help me stack them in the corner of our back garden, and then I fill the log basket, light the fire and we can relax.