Stitch This

Back from our works party. Very civilised tea party at Bea’s of Bloomsbury in St Paul’s. Cakes good. Tea excellent. Speed of serving (very ordinary) fizz absolutely rubbish. But they had teapot lamps so I can forgive quite a lot.

Did I ever talk about how Parkinson’s affects your facial muscles? Some lucky folk experience freezing or stiffness which results in a mask-like appearance and sadly it’s not a party mask. More a faintly disapproving but bored rigid dowager aunt. I suspect I am becoming one of these lucky ones and am increasingly aware of it.

Quite frankly I am a bit cross about this one. I can cope with being slower than normal. I can work with managing the tiredness most days. But to have friends, family and colleagues thinking I’m a boring cow – well, that’s personal and not on.

Why am I yelping about this now? Because its social gatherings that make me aware of it. Blardy annoying. I need to start doing facial exercises. So if you see me pulling funny faces don’t think I’ve lost the few marbles I have – I’m preserving my external personality, that’s all.

What a philosophical cup of tea that turned out to be. I must be growing up. Not if I can help it. Oh no.