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Issue #1 - Easter Hangover šŸ£šŸ«

Domesticity through gritted teeth & a dash of Parkinson's.

Apr 16, 2023
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Issue #1 - Easter Hangover šŸ£šŸ«

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In this issue:

  • Welcome

  • Dopamestic ~ Parkinson’s at home

  • It’s 5 o’clock somewhere ~ weekly tipple

  • Dear-E ~ your questions answered

  • But did you die? ~ this week in parenting

  • Pet’s Corner ~ send your photos

Welcome

Well, here’s a new thing Emma has made!

You, my delightful readers, do send me lots of emails about domestic things.

  • How do I cope with being a mum and having PD? The answer is complex at times but always add wine.

  • How do I cope with a neurotic rescue dog and when will we get more pictures of her? (I am beginning to think you are only here for the cute dog and not me šŸ˜…)

  • How many stairs do you have to descend to leave your flat? 15. OK no one has actually asked that question but I’m covering all bases.

So, instead of attempting to reply to everyone and repeat myself, I have created this mini-magazine on Domestic Bliss - domesticity through gritted teeth and a dash of Parkinson’s.

I really hope you enjoy and please, please share and leave comments and give me your suggestions.

with love

Emma

P.S. This is free every second Sunday but if you want the FULL experience consider becoming a paid subscriber.

Dopamestic

This week’s domestic hazard.

I want to talk about door handles. Oh yes, I do insist on bringing the most exciting topics to your inbox. Those sticky-outy dangerous bastards are the bane of my life.

For a little context, my flat is a reasonably compact space. One narrow corridor from the entrance where most rooms lead off. Each door has a handle that protrudes about 2 inches from the door. These are lever-style handles or murderous sleeve catchers.

Every door I pass through I get brutally attacked. Every. Bloody. Time. Yes, it’s partly poor design and partly parky bouncing off walls. But it is a hundred percent annoying, dangerous and a constant reminder of how poorly I move through spaces. It is a rented apartment which means we are restricted on what improvements we can make.

It is hard for people who don’t own their homes to make the necessary adaptions to cater for chronic illnesses. Even if you have a sympathetic landlord, they do exist - somewhere - then there is the cost.

A quick Google shows that here in the UK getting a handrail fitted in your shower can cost anything between Ā£80 to Ā£150! Now I’m pretty handy at DIY so pricing one to fit myself would still come in at Ā£50 or more plus the potential mishaps of me fitting it myself. (Yes, I know you’d love to read about that one!)

We are a family of four living on one full-time public sector wage and whatever I can contribute via writing. Finding the amount of money needed to make our home safe is a big stretch, even if our lease allowed it.

I’d love to know how people cope with low incomes and benefits to make their living spaces habitable for their illnesses. Please comment and share your thoughts on this.

In the meantime, I’m seriously considering pool noodles to cover the door handles.

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere

Your weekly tipple.

Orange Blossom Bellinis

Ingredients

  • 175ml chilled blood orange juice

  • 1 tbsp orange flower water

  • chilled champagne or prosecco

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Method

  • Mix together orange juice and orange blossom water, then divide between 6 cocktail glasses. Top up with champagne or prosecco and serve with nibbles like olives and salted almonds.

(You can download the picture (click on it & it will take you a large version) and do what you will, as it was created by my fair hand.)

Dear-E

Emma solves your problems.

Dear E,

What is the correct reply to the comment ā€œbut you don’t look like you have Parkinson’sā€?

Yours

Frustrated

Dear Frustrated,

When someone asks this question, you must understand that they are in possession of a terrible affliction - twattery. And yes, the natural response is to blast them to Mars.

However, we must assert our higher selves, draw a deep breath and take the following steps:

  1. Take their hand - preferably with your tremor/dystonic/dyskinesia one

  2. Look into their eyes

  3. a) explain that PD is often referred to as an invisible disability and that the symptoms aren’t always obvious to the onlooker.

    b) tell them, very softly, in a barely audible voice*, that they can fuck-right-off.

*Optional: You can inform them that a soft voice or loss of voice is also a symptom.

Yours helpfully

E

Email Your Questions

But did you die?

This week in parenting.

18:47 Friday Evening

ā€˜MUM!’

ā€˜Yes, love?’

ā€˜DO I TELL THE ARMY I HAVE A TATTOO?’ Lily* yells - at that volume she probably just has.

ā€˜What? Come here and what are you on about?’ I’m confused, I thought Friday was over.

ā€˜On the application form, do I just write chilli pepper tattoo?’

ā€˜Application form? Lily, it’s Friday evening why in God’s name are you applying for the army now?’ I am only one glass of wine into the evening after a week of well, a lot. The only application form I’m interested in is for more wine or takeaway.

ā€˜Can’t this wait until another day?’ I know from experience that everything with Lily takes at least sixty million more aeons than planned.

ā€˜You said you wanted me to move out.’ I say this every hour of every day, about the children, the dog, the plants and even the birds on the bird feeder. We all know who the problem is but they would starve without me - so there.

At 19 years old it’s all good and she is ready to make a move. Since leaving college she has had a chance to work, earn some money and have independence but Lily is a unique soul and normality isn’t for her. She has always shown militaristic tendencies not only towards her long-suffering sister. It will be a good life and career.

It’s a tough one for us as parents, however. We have strong pacifist leanings and feel ambivalent about the armed services; even though my family have some history. There is also the idea of Scottish folk traditionally being used as cannon fodder for the empire and so on. This is the part where you have to step back from your stuff and allow your children to forge their own lives. But damn! It can be hard. Emotional acceptance and constantly adjusting to the changes of your offspring certainly keeps you on your toes.

As it turns out the army knows its audience and the form only takes two glasses of wine to complete. Now we play the waiting game. The interesting part is she had looked as if she might not ever get to this stage. Especially just last week when she was talking about moving into a flatshare. Kids are mercurial and led by the strangest things.

Take Daisy*, who is now 15 years, world doesn’t move fast enough for this child. I took her to Edinburgh for a few days this week and it went something like this:

On the bus passing through Dundee. ā€˜What courses do the art school offer here?’

ā€˜Umm, hang on’ I consult the phone. ā€˜There’s…’

ā€˜How much would it cost to live here?’

ā€˜Erm…’

ā€˜Could I get a job at the V&A?’

ā€˜Possibly…’

ā€˜What is the theatre like?’

Arrg. Every moment of her sweet life has been rammed to the gunnels with questions. Daisy is curious and usually wants the answer yesterday.

This is of course, wonderful but I feel like I’m on a waltzer ride. This series of questioning is applied to every city she can think of in Scotland. She is heading for the arts probably theatre and television - watch out commissioning editors a tornado is coming your way!

After three days in Edinburgh getting her home is tough. She is adamant she wants to stay, there is a teen tantrum brewing. It is a long three-hour bus ride with a truculent adolescent. It’s not that Aberdeen doesn’t have some charms but for a cosmopolitan, insatiable culture gobbler like Daisy, it is a wasteland.

Sometimes the choice we make for our children at a younger stage don’t fit so well as they grow. The security and ease of Aberdeen have perhaps run its course but moving isn’t an option just yet. Another little reminder that you can only do your best as a parent, we are not gods.

I am exhausted. Travelling with Parkinson’s is tiring, difficult and the stimulus of the city, people and excitement have floored me. But I still have to coach Daisy through the emotional frustrations of not having life immediately where she wants it. Eventually, we get home. She stamps her way back into the routine. Several hours later, after protest banging in her room, she emerges.

ā€˜Mum?’

ā€˜Yes?’

ā€˜Thank you for taking me to Edinburgh,’ She snuggles up beside me on our sofa.

ā€˜You are the best mum, ever.’

*Not their real names. You can read more adventures of Lily and Daisy when they were younger in Tumbled.

Pet’s Corner

Each week - in the spirit of what the internet was built for - cute cats/dogs/hamsters/tarantulas.

Send me shots šŸ˜† Hit reply or email.

Tika enjoying the spring snow

That’s all folks!

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Nick Calder
Writes End Of The Line: A Parkinson's …
Apr 16Liked by Emma Stubbs

Reading your door knob drama my immediate thought was we are soul mates! (red wine and a shared door handle hatred) I must go to Aberdeen and win her away from the large beaded social worker she lives with...then I had a doze and settled for going out for supper and sending this from a 253 bus...I hope it doesn’t get me thrown off substack

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Heather Cawte
Apr 16Liked by Emma Stubbs

Door handles?! Don't talk to me about door handles. My arms are covered in bruises from our daily battles ...

I got a grant for my bathroom-to-wet-room conversion, but our flat is a housing association one. Could you not sell the grab rail to the landlord as an added value thing?

I can't get over "Lily" applying to the army!!! xxxxx

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