The smallest things

When i went to Day Hospital i had the most wonderful ambulance driver who would cart me there and back everyday. He would chat away about his travels and his life and he never once judged me. Being in the middle of the countryside in a rumbly ambulance with a self proclaimed hippy was a lovely distraction first thing in the morning when i always felt my most rubbish. That small bit of chat for him meant a lot to me. As Tescos say ‘every little helps’

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