How is the household coping?

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

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

My mother-in-law, who has strong opinions and delivered them at dinner again.

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

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

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

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

Somebody in this circle replied to my first post within an hour. They will not remember. I do.

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

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

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

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

The out-of-hours doctor who was completely calm at eleven at night.

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

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

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