Tonight a young man came to the door, to ask for regular donation for MacMillan. I have lots of direct debits to charities, and tbh, was longing to sit down after putting both dds to bed at the end of a long day, and I said very sorry, but no, I can't do a regular donation.
Then I closed the door, walked into the kitchen, and remembered Mr MB.
So I ran back to the door, and called him back in and signed up.
He was happy, because I was (sadly) the only person who had, and ours was the last house before the end of his shift; I was just grateful I'd been able to get him back, and told him he was standing in my kitchen because of a very brave man I'd never met.
I'm posting because, MB, your fine man has touched lots of lives, as have you. Thinking of you all, xxx