Several years ago, I was in hospital for a mastectomy after a diagnosis of breast cancer. I’d been wheeled into the pre-op area, and the nurses and anaesthetist were chatting around me. One of them said brightly, ‘I’m going on holiday tomorrow so there’s a lemon drizzle cake in the staff room.’ I can remember mumbling – drowsily – ‘Ah, I love lemon drizzle…’ When I was returned to the ward, post-op, there on the bedside table was a huge slice of cake. To this day, I cannot think of, or taste, lemon drizzle cake without welling up. Such kindness!