Mowing the lawn. Back, forth, back, forth, one step after the other; the monotonous routine the only way to complete the task, and to get through the long day.
An elderly woman passing the gate beckoned me. ‘Sorry to interrupt,’ she said, ‘I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful job you’re doing.’ She smiled and continued on.
A glimmer of gold permeated my grey world.
Thirty years on I don’t remember her face but her kind words are etched into my heart forever.