About me

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.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Remote control

One evening my husband was engrossed in a football match airing live on television, when I naturally had something vital to tell him. Despite it being an important game featuring his favourite team, whatever it was I had to say just couldn't wait (although now I haven't a clue what it was) but at the time it was so imperative that I had to tell him right away. As I prattled on, a little unsure I had his undivided attention, my eyes were uncontrollably drawn towards the remote laying on the coffee table. Suddenly all thoughts disappeared from my mind as I saw how dirty the control was. Before my husband could say a word, I whisked it away and gave it a quick clean with a wet wipe. I don't know what chemical wet wipes contain, but they clean up literally anything and everything. Whilst I rubbed away the dirty smudges, I accidentally changed stations several times, much to the dismay of my husband trying to watch football. Thankfully he always remains in good spirits and has a sense of humour at all times. He simply laughed as I apologetically handed him back the remote control, which he then held tightly, lest I decide to clean a little more! By this time I had long forgotten whatever it was I wanted to tell him - I guess it couldn't have been really that important after all. A sense of humour is so important, and I'm blessed to have a husband who can laugh and see the funny side of life. Having Parkinson's, a sense of humour is vital, and without this, I don't know how we'd make it through each day (or even a simple football match!).

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