Dyspeptic thoughts

Well, one thing that being sick teaches you is who your friends are.

Mine have been marvellous, caring and attentive and have saved me so much bother by jumping in and helping me at every turn, sending flowers and cards, running errands, allowing me to whinge at them and generally being marvellous.

One exception (who will know who they are, if they read this) hasn’t been in touch despite knowing I was ill. I’m not sure why. They live here in town. But it doesn’t matter, except to say that it might be better for them if they didn’t need my help any time soon, cause it might not be forthcoming. I had had my doubts about the regard in which I was held by this person, and now I have my proof.