Poppleton times

My home village. A lady stops me in the electric wheelchair and asks how to get one; she dreads her husband asking her to push him in the old wheelchair (16 years of Parkinson’s). My dad helps dry and dress me; I remember doing the same with Valentina and Sebastian. The garden where I took my first steps; now I get around it slowly with sticks.… Click here to read on...


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