Sleep is a nightmare for me.
A combination of the drugs I take, and Parkinson's itself, means I sometimes don't sleep at all for up to 72 hours.
The best thing about it though is that when I do sleep I have amazingly real dreams.
Even the dream I had about myself and Lily, an Accy Webber I've never met, was exciting, because the shoe designing business we had in Italy meant we were flying to trade shows all over the world, including South Africa, and South America.
I'll stop rambling now, incase I send anyone to sleep.