I went to the shop for bread and milk earlier today. I was happy to see Laura in the queue in front of me. She's an old lady who used to drink in the pub and if it was late at night I'd used to walk her home to make sure she got to and in her house ok.
I heard that she had being having trouble, cancer I think, and had spent a lot of time in hospital - that's why she wasn't going to the pub anymore and I thought I'd never see her again. I've probably not seen her for about 6 months - it was good to see her out and about again. She was struggling to put her stuff on the counter from her basket, so I helped her- unfortunately, I don't think she can remember who I am :-(