One of my most heart-warming memories from Lockdown is the sporadic appearance of a bunch of daffodils at my gate from a mystery source.
It was only when restrictions were lifted, and after some Miss Marple-esque detective work on my part, that I discovered which neighbour was responsible.
I thanked her profusely for the flowers but I don't think she fully realised how that seemingly small act of kindness really helped keep me going in the darkest depths of isolation.
So imagine what a lovely surprise it was today when I arrived home to these on my doorstep.
Still brings a smile to my face.
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