I think I forgot to document this. 

I was at Church on Sunday and there’s this guy who has some kind of mental disorder, I’m not sure what. 

Every week he comes up to me and says ‘hello dahling’ and talks to me although I an rarely decifer what he’s saying. He will then say ‘ok see you next week dahling’, give me a hug, kiss me on the cheek on go on with his life.

He’s a doll.

So this Sunday I was sat chatting to my friend and he came over and talked to me and gave me a present! It was andrex toilet wipes, but STILL I was so happy because he’d thought of me and had made an effort to be really nice which is hard for people with disorders like his and it made me smile all day. 

I fucking love my church.