Having a wife with a kind heart.
I was having a coffee in cafe nero in didsbury early this morning when I noticed in the shop door opposite a homeless lad propped up under the eaves in a sleeping bag. It was fcuking freezing. I was rooting through my manbag looking for some money which I’d have given him with a quick nod before scurrying off, and not before I’d finished my coffee. I then saw my other half walking along the far pavement toward the crossing. She obviously caught sight of your man, hesitated, went looking through her bag, and went back to him to give him a few quid, but she then stood in the doorway chatting to him for about five minutes, before waving goodbye, and coming across. She Sat for coffee and didn’t mention it until I asked her about it. She then began to cry softly and said he was in fact extremely cheerful, was delighted as someone had given him a mat to sleep on and a little candle in a holder, and was heading in to the town hall for whatever reason in a while.
Seeing a kind heart in action is a lovely thing.