Just as I was getting home tonight after a long tiring day my neighbour waved me down and asked if I could help move a few things. I obviously dropped everything (literally leaving shopping bags on the pavement to help her). I spent a few mins moving the stuff for her, had a bit of a chit chat and then rushed off as was hungry and had a lot to do. Its was obvious that she was lonley wanting someone to speak to and although I did help I did rush off as was just thinking about me. She's got terminal cancer and I'm feeling really bad that I didn't make more of an effort.
I'm I a selfish bitch?
It seems so strange, you go from working full time with not enough hours in the day, to retiring and having all the time in the world to feel lonley.