What are you tired of explaining?

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

The practice nurse who ran the bloods rather than telling me to take a supplement.

My neighbour walked the dog while I was in hospital and would not take anything for it.

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

A locum was brusque and a receptionist was lovely, and the receptionist is the one I remember.

Somebody I look after was kind to me, which is the wrong way round and I noticed.

Nobody in particular and everybody a bit. It has been an all right week for people.

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

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

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

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

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