Who in your life has been quietly good about this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My husband, who has done the injection every week for a year and never once made it a thing.

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

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