We were joined by several neighbours at their own front doors and we all clapped, cheered and whooped until our hands hurt from clapping – when we could hear distant applause and cheering coming from all around the estate and the village.
Diesel the Goldfish blew copious bubbles, and even curmudgeonly Uncle Zoltan cheered and threw his top hat into the air…
After a few minutes, we returned inside and reflected on what had just happened.
It had been a strangely moving and bonding experience and Wilson, wiping a tear from his eye, confessed to feeling 'Totes Emosh…' – a feeling echoed by several of the others.
WE ❤️❤️❤️ our NHS!
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