Thursday 29th April 1993 Morning coffee break 11:35

“I’ve just seen Mrs Bradley, Lois. She is doing remarkably well.”
“I really didn’t think she would cope after her husband died, Desmond. He’s done everything for her for years. He was completely devoted to her.”
“She said she was determined to look after herself and she has. She has got rid of her home helps. She is cooking and cleaning. She goes for a walk every day. She does her own shopping. She has started gardening. Yesterday, she even cut the grass.”
“It is surprising how much people can do when they have to.” Andrea said as she brought in some letters.

“Do you remember Wyn Wilson, Desmond?”
“Of course I do, Lois. I used to feel so sorry for him. His wife was such an insufferable talker. She drove me mad.”
“She even tested my patience.”
“That’s saying something!” My Dad smiled grimly. “Mrs Wilson would always come in with Wyn if he was unwell. I would ask him how he was and she would immediately take over. She would describe his symptoms in lurid detail and add a few more that he invariably denied. He sat there as quietly as a mouse as she quickly answered every question on his behalf.”
“She was the same everywhere, not just in the surgery.” Lois added. “I remember being behind them in the bakery when she chose his lunch.”
“It was no wonder that he was chronically depressed.” My Dad sighed empathically.
“Didn’t Mrs Wilson have a stroke?” Andrea asked.
“She did. She had a stroke that affected her speech and nothing else. She could understand everything but she couldn’t say a single word. Following this, Mr Wilson had to speak for his wife. He did not seem to mind and, gradually, a transformation came over him. He became a happier more light-hearted man.”
“She seemed happier too, Desmond.” Lois said.
“Yes, I think she was. It must have been a relief for her to get a rest from that continuous talking she was doing. I wonder how they are getting on.”

Mrs Bradley and Mr Wilson.