I called in to Mary today. She slipped on the ice and sprained her wrist.
She is reluctant to go out now and rang me when I had just dropped off the girls, and of course I went round straight away. Knowing that she would probably not have much in the house, I brought her bread, milk and the essential chocolate biscuits, plus a couple of other bits and pieces.
I was sacrificing the time I had set aside to review those cover letters before I sent them off but I didn't tell her this, of course - she was feeling bad enough as it was. It is when thing like this happen to her that she feels especially alone, and I just want to be there for her. Let's face it, Fiona is far too wrapped up in her own troubles, or at least, she thinks she has troubles, to think of anyone else. And Sharon, though she can talk a lot and be very sympathetic, does not necessarily show her compassion through her actions...
After the school run I called back to Mary with the girls, to cheer her up a bit and get her mind off things. We stayed for about an hour, then I had to run home and make the chicken casserole I had set out to cook all morning while the girls did their homework. Then there was ironing, and bedtime, and countless other tasks that we do every evening...
It is well past ten now and I finally have time to sit down in front of my laptop - sorry, John, that squary thing you see with arms and legs, clackety-clacking away next to you, that's your wife!!! I will talk to you tomorrow, promise!
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