Messy Me

My third bedroom is my office, and this is where I spend a lot of my time. It is always a bit messy and failing that very messy.

There are usually bits of paper and ends of sweet packets. I can see a couple of pegs, a cuddly toy and who knows there may even be a partridge in a pair tree lurking about.

Hard as I try I can never seem to get clear, and it doesn’t help that when I try to tidy the rest of my bungalow I end up putting bits I don’t know what to do with in here.

My late husband used to say that when I tidied up a pile of things I just made it into several piles, and over the years I seem to have perfected that.

I try to kid myself that a lot of things are not mine, like mums paperwork or my grandchildren’s toys. But a lot of it is mine and it wants getting rid of.

I don’t seem to be able to just throw it out; I can recycle, but not throw.

Don’t we all have those pots that have in them little bits that we can’t get rid of because you know that when you do you will come across the thing it belongs to.

Merging Mail

My computer enables me to do so many things, at the moment I am in the process of making my Christmas cards, and with the help of mail merge I can do the labels for the addresses.

Every year it takes me a while to get mail merge to work or should I say for me to remember how mail merge works. I have had quite a few Parky moments with that.

I have resorted to putting my greetings on labels so that I don’t have to write anything at all, my writing is not as bad as it used to be when I had a spider for a pen. But the computer is so much easier and this way I can say "I FOOLED YOU PARKY".

So I will now battle my way through the minefield of mail merge and get my Christmas cards completed.

I was right yesterday, the parcel I opened was a birthday present, so I will just say a thank you to my Daughter who is also my spell check, my P.R. and all round organiser.   

My Daughter Made me Cry

I have opened a package and had a lovely surprise, in it is a book called Me and My Mate Parky Volume 1.

It has my Skydive picture on the front, and on the first page is a foreward from my daughter, saying how proud of me she and her husband are.

Then it is full of my Blogs up to Nippy.

When you go to the last page there is a photo of my Dad and me, with the words keep on blogging, I of course cried.

Bum - just had a thought I wonder if this is a birthday pressie I have opened too soon.

On the 19^th of this month I will reach the grand age of 63, so have I spoiled a surprise.

I will tell her that it wasn’t me who opened it but Parky, he definitely wanted to know what was in the package. Do you think I can manage to get away with that?????????????????   

Train for York

It looks like my trip to York is on tomorrow; I had better get a bit more organised than I have been. I have the gifts wrapped and the bag hanging on the front door. I have my lift to the station booked, better put my pills with them now while I think about it. I would be in a heck of a fix if I forgot them.

 Now that didn’t take long.

I went into the kitchen to get the pills, pots still on the side so filled the dishwasher (also known as the magic cupboard). Looked for something to put a drink in to take pills with on the go, no luck - will have to get something on way to station.

Came back to the computer and saw my train tickets so thought I had better put them with pills, do you get the drift? And I really have no idea what to wear in the morning.

I bet the trains will be cold so something warm to travel in, then when we hit the shops it will be red hot so that you have to lug your coat with you.

When I need my purse I have the added bonus of Parky who finds it great to make me look stupid. While I am trying to get either my money or my credit card out he just stops my fingers working. I have decided to go for a small rucksack  and hope that I won’t look as if I am on safari, well it is lepard pattern!

Fingers Crossed

Plans seem to be in the balance all around. It’s amazing how we come to a standstill as soon as we get snow.

I have three lady friends who I met on a singles holiday; it must have been a meeting of like minds as we have stayed in contact for what must be eight years.

Each year before Christmas we meet up to exchange small gifts and have chatter, shop a bit and eat. As we are spread around England we have opted for York.

York is an excellent place to meet up; it’s a lovely City and has a good rail service. We arrive within 30 minutes of each other, and the same when it comes to departing.

So Monday is the day, very happy to see my friends, but will the snow stop it happening, trying not to get in a tizz, as that’s when Parky will latch onto head.

My Passion

What about an afternoon in good company and your favourite thing to eat, that’s what happened at our last Parkinson’s meeting, Our group is a very friendly mix of people who enjoy each other’s company the last Friday in the month.

We either have a speaker or maybe a quiz, but this time we had a lady who makes Chocolates for a living. Her passion for my favourite subject, and the samples she brought with her, made for a very enjoyable afternoon.

[MUM - me here   hee hee - is it worth saying that maybe the 'happy' effect of chocolate keeps the stress away - so therefore it should be on prescription for all Parkinson's patients?!?!]

My daughter keeps an eye on my blogging as I am terrible at spelling. (think I am dyslexic)
I found this comment above and thought you would like to see how in tune she is with me. I second the above statement.

Who knows I may even let her add an odd fact now and then!!!!!!!!!!!

Parky Caused by Crop Spraying ????????????

Where I used to live, the field at the back of me was sprayed using a small aircraft, as the plane came over it released the spray both ways so in fact we got a double whammy.

I wonder what was used, and if the quantities were correct?

To make matters worse the leaflets which were sent round telling us to stay indoors and close the windows were delivered after the event.

The young man delivering them had protective clothing on, so that says a lot.

Would it be possible to test people with Parkinson’s to see if they have a build up of any of the chemicals, or am I barking up the wrong tree?

I am not technical enough to understand what this would take but surely it is worth looking at.  I don’t for a moment thinks this would help me, but it may make a difference to someone in the future. I would even volunteer myself for trials how’s that.

But then again it is probably too late as this happened over 20 years ago, but wouldn’t it be interesting?