The Joys of Foolishness

(and why not to call me if you're in hospital)

I am not very good at looking after people when they are ill.

Photo by Sixteen Miles Out

When a dear friend was dying, I remember hearing that another friend had went to stay with her a few times for a week at a time. Whilst there she took over the cooking, helped with the cleaning, and generally ministered beautifully to my friend and her husband.

I was …