What is she like?
She's hauled me to the stores to get what I want as I whinge in the passenger seat, bought me my current addiction, Winter Soup (okay, it was on clearance for .99p... still), makes hot bread, says, "there, there" a lot, puts me in hot baths with a little bowl of boiling water to hold under my chin that contains some magic stuff to clear my lungs, makes me honey and lemon water, tucks me in the big bed with the hot blanket, makes me far too many chocolate puddings with ice cream and custard so they will slide down my itchy throat, she pats my head, gives me my medicine, hides under my arm when Sylar is on Heroes, (she deserves that part), buys me boxes and boxes of Kleenex, deals with two teenaged girls, two dogs and a cat, takes me to the doctor, paid for the doctor when they wouldn't take my magic bank card, yells out, "QUIN! Have you taken your medicine?" Reminds me I will feel better by tomorrow, keeps the rest of the house going, makes us all tea, and never loses her sense of humour.
It's because of women like her, Britain survived WWII. It's because of friends like her, I remember I am capable of being loved.