Wife came back from the hospital in a right state.
Said shed been diagnosed with a lump in her breast.
I sat her down and told her how when I get lumps in my porridge it narks me no end as well.
I went on to say the situation could be much serious, like she could have lost her keys for instance.
At that moment she burst uncontrollably into tears.
I think it was the sense of perspective Id given her, then a huge relief just flooding its way out. I nodded sagaciously.
I might try this counselling lark as a career move, its a piece of cake.