Lucy used to be the carer for a Lady. A Lady, meaning the widow of a Lord. Better than the time she was called a nigger. She has a great job, I think, for seeing into the lives of people.
I went to see our local watchmender today. He asked after Anna. He told me of his brother in law with MS, who will not go out of the house, and his brother’s wife, who has Alzheimers and had a fall a month ago. He does not think she will come out of hospital.
There is a natural camaraderie here- not the same that of as old soldiers, but having some of that quality of shared experienced that can’t be explained.