Not Well

I've been feeling under the weather recently, but tucked up under my bed, a present was waiting from Mum: The Not Well Box. Neatly packed, everything a sick person could dream of, sucky sweets, soups, a clean pillow case, medicine, wet wipes, bottles of drink, even plastic spoons. The thoughtfulness and tenderness with which it had been put together was one of the most restoring things; I felt better just looking at it.