Sitting on the single wooden chair provided by the Coop, struggling to organise errant items into my hideous shopping trolley (why do designers think all old ladies like tartan?) I lost my hospital crutch (I’m recovering from a hip replacement). It slid (as it frequently does) just out of my reach.
Screwing up courage to squirm far enough forward to get it, which meant dealing with the inevitable painful complaint from my hip, I glimpsed a hand grasp the crutch and bring it within my reach.
‘Thank you!’, young attractive lady for thinking how to help promptly.
‘Not much’, you might say. ‘Not exactly saving the planet.’ But, if we all did something similar when we noticed someone struggling (and I don’t nearly enough) it just might.
