I’m feeling a little better today – not so much tremor, and what there is is mainly confined to my left leg. Dystonia is better, but my dyskinesia keeps trying to catch me out as I drink my morning cuppa. My voice seems a little stronger, too – probably because I’ve given it a rest since the trauma of filming my vlog yesterday. I even have enough energy to consider washing both of our cars. In fact, I don’t just consider it: I put my wellies on, get the hosepipe out, fill a bucket with warm soapy water and proceed to actually do it!
The cars in our household have been seriously neglected, and my wife’s car (in particular, because it gets driven every day) is a lovely shade of mud. It’s no mean feat to wash a car outside our house – we live on a narrow rural road, and I am constantly having to stop work to let traffic get past. I’m determined to succeed, though, and eventually the cars emerge from the mud and look respectable once more. I’ll probably pay for all of the exertion later in the day, or tomorrow.
My wife’s parents and brother are coming to dinner this evening, so we take a drive out to Lidl in Cromer to get some beers, and flowers for tomorrow (it’s Mothering Sunday tomorrow).
My wife cooks a superb dinner of salmon with roasted veggies, and we follow it up with rather a lot of ice cream. A good evening is had by all, and we round it off by going through a box of old photographs (from her late grandmother) and laughing and reminiscing about times long since passed. It’s gone midnight before our visitors leave, and the clocks go forward an hour tonight, so we lose an hour’s sleep (or just stay in bed late tomorrow morning!).