Sometimes I think we find what we look for Over Christmas I lost my voice while staying in a hotel, one of the young waiters would automatically go and fetch his coffee mug filled with hot water honey and lemon every time I entered the dining room.

Local children who know me will acknowledge me in the street even when they are with thier friends and dash ahead to open the cafe door for me.

Thier mums girls in thier thirties and early forties make space for me at thier table and include me in thier conversations and if the weather is bad they will run along to the shop or chemist for anything I need.

What really anoys me is when a younger person gives up thier seat or holds open a door for an older person and gets grunted at or ignored what do older people teach them with that behaviour.