There’s an older woman who works at the cafe I like to go to that’s in a church. (The cafe isn’t remotely religious.) From the very first time I went there we’ve always had a laugh and a bit of a chat. I didn’t see her for about a year due to lockdown, so the first time she saw me she came over to say hello and ask how I was. I proceeded to blurt out about the death of my brother - she never even knew I had a brother! I couldn’t stop myself! I kept apologising and then kept telling her even more. She didn’t run away and has spoken to me since so I couldn’t have come across as a total twat. Christ!