Who in your life has been quietly good about this?

The woman at the chemist counter, who spent ten minutes with me for nothing.

The union rep who sorted out fridge access at work in two emails.

Somebody at the pool showed me how to use the hoist for my mother. Ten minutes of her time.

A stranger held a door and I nearly wept, which tells you what sort of week it has been.

My GP, who read the diary I brought in rather than glancing at it.

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

Somebody at the pool showed me how to use the hoist for my mother. Ten minutes of her time.

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

My sister, who has said nothing about any of it and I have decided that is her being kind.

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

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

My buddy had a bad week and I had a fine one. Next month it will be the other way round.

A friend I had not seen in a year who did not comment on anything at all.

Honestly it has been a lonely fortnight. Reading this box is most of my social life at the moment.

My brother started too and we compare notes badly and lovingly.

My brother started too and we compare notes badly and lovingly.