I was busy in the kitchen late this afternoon and daughter and granddaughter had gone to Asda. I'm still recovering from the bronchitis+virus that knocked me for 6 and I'm working my last 4 weeks before retirement feeling a bit weak and wobbly.
I heard the door open and there stood what looked like a large bouquet on legs. The bunch of flowers was lowered and Laura's face appeared. She said, "We got you these, Nana, because you're not very well. We thought they would cheer you up." She thrust them into my hands and gave me a hug.
It was just a bunch of asters from Asda, just a hug from a nearly-8 year old but what a tonic, better than any medicine.
