Another day of minimal achievement. I’m still struggling to motivate myself, so it’s a relief to get a knock on the door from my new neighbour who is looking for some help and advice on wiring in his new cooker hob in his kitchen and plumbing in his new sink. I go next door, armed with a few tools, wire in his cooker hob and advise him on the plumbing bits he needs to buy to connect up his sink.
I adda couple of tasks to my “To Do” list (things that I need to do to sort out mum’s estate), respond to a couple of social media messages and (at long last) compose (and send) an email to Martha Orbach. I also vacuum downstairs, cook myself half a dozen scotch pancakes for lunch, and light the woodburner (just as my wife arrives home from work).
Once more, my voice is my worst symptom today, and I find myself really struggling in conversation with my new neighbour and his son – I try turning down the left hand voltage on my neurostimulator which does improve clarity of speech, but also allows tremor to become a nuisance, so I turn it back up again.
Dinner (soup and soggy croutons) followed by beer, cannabis and an early night.