• Dawn dash

    To London…I don’t make this trip as often as I used to, it’s a bit of is excursion these days. Anyway, I’m on the train, ruminating on the fun I face each time I do this trip. It’s a flippin’ miracle I make it out of the door to be honest. Please note, I am…

  • Genesis

    Oh dear. A new project beckons. Like the colours? In other news…I can’t remember whether I ever mentioned that I’ve been seeing a psychologist as recommended by my wonderful Parkinson’s nurse. It was to help me think through the ramifications of my diagnosis. Thank you NHS. Well, I’m nearing the end of my sessions and…

  • The Sound of Music

    Always up for an invocation of the Greatest Musical Ever, I’ve been meaning to write about PD and music for ages but it’s been so busy recently. What’s new?! Anyway here we go, quite literally. I have a theory that you are either touched by music or not. What I mean is that you either…

  • More tea vicar?

    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…

  • Plate envy

    I have been rereading old posts and in particular this one. I’m still battling with my metaphorical plate. I’m supposed to be emptying it and I have had some success but then all these projects arise. What’s a girl to do? Latest one is this triumph of a quilt top, thanks eBay. Seriously, isn’t it…