I've recently had a few bad days or so with the Parkinson's, and hadn't the patience to post much.
I'm feeling better now, so will carry on being the sweet and caring poster that I've always been.
Even though I haven't been on as much I didn't miss it, mainly because I've been dreaming about it.
In the first dream I was living in a caravan in a windswept part of Devon, and the person who was living in the next caravan was Tealeaf!
Last night I dreamt I was living in a bungalow in Alice Street in Ossy, and Neil was fitting me some new windows. He'd brought along his daughter and one of his sons. Strangely his children were adults, and they were helping their dad put in the new windows.
These two latest dreams come not long after the one which saw me running a shoe business in Italy with Lily, a member I've never even met.
Happily I'm seeing my neurologist next week, as I think it may be time my drugs are changed, as I live in fear that my next dream might be in Darwen, or mainland Spain.
