Since my mother's last operation, she has been moving around with a Zimmer Frame. Because she has difficulty going down the stairs, I have to pick up her mail for her. Only when I'm away does she try to do it herself.
While I was taking one of my long walks, I saw this woman standing outside her flat. She beckoned me over, handed me a letter and asked if I could deliver it to the flat below through their letter box, which I did.
When I came upstairs, she thanked me and said because the stairs are so steep she couldn't manage it. For a moment I thought I was speaking to my mother.
Talk about déjà vu!
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