Very good friends came over last night, armed with dinner, we had a delicious meal together and with their cheery wonderful personalities the evening was extremely enjoyable. My sides were aching from laughing so hard. There's no better medicine than this! I thought I would make a desert for our American friends that I knew they had never had before. The British climate calls for hot comforting puddings that are often quite heavy, but due to their origins, where ingredients were simple and counting calories wasn't a consideration in those days, we now only indulge in these deserts on a rare occasion. As I placed the steaming desert on the table and told our friends it was called "Spotted Dick", I knew this would be met with wails of laughter. I had to assure them it was quite safe to eat, and was not some kind of venereal disease! Curiosity got the better of them, and they were soon tucking into a true classic British desert, in-between much amusement and many puns. The desert disappeared; not one piece was left, and it made for a hilarious end to a meal.
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.
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
The best support
Posted by Parkinson's, shaken, not stirred at 7:00 AM