One of my neighbours is having a fund raiser for the local church, so I feel obliged to go (even though I can think of far more deserving causes). Doors open at 12pm for bowls of homemade soup, so I turn up at 12.30pm – there’s nothing worse than being the first to arrive! It’s a very well attended event, and there are about 40 people crammed into my neighbour’s house – I end up sitting at a table with several familiar faces (people who’s faces I know from seeing them down at the allotments), and get chatting to a young couple with a 6 month old baby from a neighbouring village. All in all, a very pleasant couple of hours was spent, and I got to know some new faces and put names to several others that I was familiar with but whose names I didn’t know. I did notice that my tremor was breaking through significantly on both sides whilst I was there, probably because I felt a little uncomfortable being amongst so many people that I didn’t know. Dyskinesia was very noticeable (to me) and I was terrified that I was going to flick a spoonful of soup over the tablecloth en-route to my mouth – luckily I managed to keep control and it didn’t happen. My voice was reasonably good, though, so I didn’t have to keep repeating myself.
The dog is very pleased to see me when I return home – she’s used to me being there and really doesn’t like me to go out and leave her alone. I take her for her afternoon stroll, and then light the fire (the first day for a long time that I haven’t had to split any logs – we didn’t burn them all last night) and vacuum downstairs before my wife returns from work.