That’s what I call comfort.
Summer 2013. Off to France for a family holiday. The boss of the holiday village is a straightforward Dutch guy. Pensionado, builder, fond of rough language.
Summer 2013. Off to France for a family holiday. The boss of the holiday village is a straightforward Dutch guy. Pensionado, builder, fond of rough language.
I thought that I was scared, but it seems that others are every bit as scared as me. Scared of me, my Parkinson’s, my fear, my tears. How you notice exactly, I can’t quite put my finger on, but you do notice. An imperceptible, almost reverent expectation. And then comes the inevitable question, the question that I too would still dearly love to answer: how did you first spot it? There’s always another hidden question within, a sort of self-check. (more…)