To use a footballing analogy, it was a day of two halves. A very upsetting email from someone I thought was a friend and confidante. No need to go into detail. I don’t want to wash my linen in public. Suffice it to say, I have ceased contact with that person. No email ping-pong. Endex. Punkt.
So tonight I came home, saddened about how people can turn so rapidly. Then I realise there is balance in the world. I opened my letterbox. A proper, real letter, not junk mail, bank statement or snottogram from the credit card people. It was from Miss N, now Mrs M, my ex-form tutor from 31 years ago. She had actually replied to a letter I had written to her some two or three weeks before.
Lovely to hear from you, Miss, absolutely lovely. You have restored my faith in humanity.