I had a very good friend for over ten years. One of those late blossoming friendships in my 50s. We were a similar age, same number of children around the same age and lots in common. We went to the theatre, had lunches and dinners and generally got on really well. There were one or two aspects to her personality which were a bit odd, which I won’t mention here. I had a few medical issues and she was always very supportive. I supported her when her husband died. Then, three years ago I had Stage 1 Breast cancer and that was when she stopped replying to my emails and texts. Promises to visit or meet up for an exhibition, always excuses... So, I decided to cut her out of my life by blocking her in every way I could. She had spent nearly a year causing me angst. So, she tried getting in touch via my children! They knew the story so explained that I was having some time out. Three years on and a pandemic, I got in touch. She replied reasonably and that was it.