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PROFILE:
I have been writing poetry and stories since I was a child, and a love of reading was instilled in me from an early age. I am passionate about writing, and hope you enjoy the books I have written. Whilst most of you sleep soundly in your beds, like many Parkinson’s patients, insomnia dictates, so during those hours that sleep eludes me, the house is tranquil and quiet, an atmosphere perfect to immerse myself in writing. My life has been a series of strange events, which have without doubt contributed to my creativity. To publish anything is to bear one’s soul to the world. It is to stand naked and let everyone see who you really are. I have poured my heart and soul out on paper and I hope to share this journey, immersing you in a story, capturing your attention and firing the imagination. Through my writing and public speaking I hope to bring greater awareness to the general public about living with chronic disease.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Laundry

I think we have a "magic washing basket", for no sooner has it been emptied, than it magically refills itself with dirty laundry! I am no longer physically able do the laundry, so unfortunately this task now falls on my daughter.  When emptying the washing machine, we often wonder why we find only one singular sock! Where did the other matching sock go to? It's as if there's a secret sock society and one by one they disappear, or perhaps the washing machines eats them; but the weird thing is, they're never found! Does anyone else suffer from missing socks?
Posted by Parkinson's, shaken, not stirred at 4:02 PM

3 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 13, 2011 at 11:47 PM

    sounds like the sock eater has arrived at your house

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  2. SuSeptember 18, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    Oh boy - do we suffer from missing socks! And yes we also have a washing basket that fills itself up remarkably quickly - why can't that work on our bank accounts too?

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  3. JackieSeptember 20, 2011 at 11:25 AM

    it's not just in the laundry room though - we went away for the weekend and when we were packing to come home Mark could find only one of the socks he took off the previous evening - we hunted high and low but couldn't find it anywhere!

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