The two Mr J's are brothers who sadly lost their elder brother last week and now, with one Mr J suffering from longterm illness such that he is no longer able to care for his other brother, it had been decided this brother should move into a nursing home on a permanent basis.

It was into this scene that Hilary and I stepped this morning ready to help as best we could, arriving in time to meet the two Mr J's in their kitchen and carry two suitcases, a small tv and Mr J's walking frame to the taxi that had just arrived outside. A carer from the nursing home also arrived at the same time as us (not wearing a mask, for which Mr J rightly gave her a good talking to) to accompany the other Mr J on his journey.

Fortunately the luggage was easy to move, and the Mr Js were well prepared with everything packed and ready to go - it was clear to us that the Mr J moving to the home was a reluctant passenger in all this, but had accepted it was for the best for them both. We had a chat with the other Mr J in his doorway to check he was okay and to see if he needed any more help - he thanked us both for coming, and then, with his brother and his possessions safely loaded, we watched the taxi depart.

"There's so many different worlds

So many different suns

And we have just one world

But we live in different ones"