alwaysperfectlywrite

Well, hello:

It’s an unaccustomed luxury to have a little doodle during the working morning. But, as my fav. movie critic, BARRY NORMAN is supposed to say: ‘Why not?’

I run a home-based business / office services outfit and often pick-up off-beat clients who would normally shun larger outfits.

One of the sweetest I’ve met for a long-time is a  gentleman in his 70s who suffers terribly with Parkinson’s Disease and has asked me to help him publish some miscellaneous poetry and general thoughts on life.

‘Nebbuch’ (’pity’) as we say in Yiddish; it took the poor fella well over five minutes to stumble down our tiny hallway when he arrived for his first appointment and later, he made three game attempts to get up from the sofa when he wanted to leave.

I tried to make life easier for him and posted him a draft of the initial work to save him at least one visit back, only to discover that the Post Office refused to deliver it, claiming I’d placed insufficient postage on the envelope. O.M.G.!

The media is full to bursting with the miseries of ageing and wasting diseases but watching an individual coping with his difficulties is the best - and I suppose - worst story of all.

Mr. B., a widower, tells me - I had to fairly extract the info. from him - although his family lives fairly close and his neighbours aren’t unhelpful that he fends for himself.

Oh, cruel irony! I know at another gentleman ony a couple of years younger than my client, who works more than full-time; cares for a very sick wife and finds time to work out in the gym several times a week.

Like almost everyone else out there I’ll never understand why ‘bad things happen to good people’.

More about Mr. B. anon.

Time to go out. Bye for now.

msniw.