Category Archives: Parkinsons

181. Extraordinary how potent cheap music is…

“We’d been calling all afternoon,” said Douglas’s daughter. “We were about to have one last try when he rang us. Apparently he’d been out with some neighbours. They’d gone, Dad told us, to ‘sing to the old people’.” (Douglas was nearly ninety four.)  “I do hope he mimed. Even the old people don’t deserve Dad’s singing.”

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177. He’s making a list and checking it twice…

“Good evening,” says Hazza. “We’re collecting for the local Rotary Group. This year’s charities are the Nightingale Children’s Hospice, Noah’s Ark Hospice and Parkinson’s UK.” Hazza smiles winningly and holds out her tin.

As befits a groovy media student in Swinging London, my niece Hazza chooses her outfits with care. Tonight she is bedecked in a red and green elf dress layered with a fetching hi-vis tabard which has been printed boldly with the details of said Rotary Club. The look is topped off with a cheeky little elf hat. Take note, fashionistas – next year, we’ll all be wearing this.

The Householder peers at her suspiciously. “Do you have an identity card?”

“Well, not actually a card,” says Hazza, “ but our details are here.” And she points to her tabard.   Householder still looks suspicious and seems about to close the door. “And,” adds Hazza quickly,” I do have Santa with me.”

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176. But oh, those Nordic Nights …

“Who’s he? Have we seen him before?”
“He’s married to the woman who posts the blog.”
“The vlog. We’ve established it’s a vlog.”
“Yes her. With the blond hair.”
“OK. Can you pause it a minute? OK. Tak.”

Put aside quilt. Dash into bedroom and return with reel of thread. Install self back on sofa and start to thread needle.

“OK?” says ActorLaddie. “Say when.”
“Nu. Tak… Hang on – who’s he? Is that the Russian Roulette guy?”

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174. That Friday feeling…

This Friday, 6th November, there’s a quiet little bill coming up before the House of Commons which could make a massive difference to people who have, or who might get, cancer, MS, Altzhemiers or a host of other conditions including good old PD. So that’s everyone, basically.

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