Who could you send four lines to tonight?

My buddy. Four lines on a Sunday night and it is quietly the most reliable thing in my week.

A member here messaged to ask if I was all right because my journal had gone quiet. I had not realised anyone would notice.

The pharmacist who caught something on my prescription and stopped me. I think about that moment most weeks.

My son, who is fourteen and made me a cup of tea without being asked.

The facilitator who stopped a room of six people talking at once and asked me how I actually was.

My daughter, who asked how I was and then actually waited for the answer.

My dad rang, which he does not do, and asked one good question.