When you have a bunch of different health issues - ie. Comorbidities - it is sometimes difficult to know the cause of a new ache or pain and/or who to talk to about it! The risk of course is that we just shrug our shoulders and think it must be related to Parkinson's when it may be something else entirely and treatable!

Striving for perfection is not something I consciously do, however much my previous boss used to call me a perfectionist! Instead, I strive to be the best that I can be and that is not likely to be perfect. Sometimes there is beauty in imperfection.

This is a poem that reminds us that the elderly person sitting in a chair before has a life and a history. I wrote this quite a few years ago now, but I was reminded of it when thinking about telling our stories.

I have edited this down from the last download as the first draft was a bit long. The edit is a bit clumsy in places, but hopefully the revised content will be better and not so rambling...

We all have a story to tell, but perhaps we think that no-one would be interested in our very normal lives. But, how many of us now wish we had asked our parents more about their earlier lives? Then, all of a sudden it's too late. Let's share our stories, so that future generations can know who we are/were.

A beloved cat turns up after three years. What next?

When asked if we were going out for dinner for a special occasion, we responded that we just wanted to go out for dinner together, no 'special' occasion. When I stopped and thought about it though, I realised that just being together makes an occasion special. This podcast is about what makes occasions special and memorable for me.

Just a light hearted look at realising that I am an old woman. Grey hair, arthritis and a walking stick all point to that being the case! I hope you enjoy my latest poem. Poking fun at myself as I often do.

Feeling nostalgic and listening to songs I haven't listened to in years. Also, some songs and artists that have stayed with me always. My most loved is "I am Woman" by Helen Reddy. I have put the words on my blog.

Just a wee poem I wrote today about being brave.

Just some thoughts on being brave. It's something we all try to be, I'm sure. Not always easy with the hand we've been dealt.