I bumped into an old lady struggling to manage her shopping today. After offering to lend a hand she kindly refused my help but did not refuse my conversation and we chatted all the way home. After proclaiming that at 82 her favoured mode of transport is her trusty bicycle she wiled me into conversation with tales of her father who at 11 left school to embark on his chosen trade. I learnt all about her close family and was bestowed with stories of her son and his construction business. As warming as the experience was it almost left me quite saddened. One day this precious generation will be lost and all forms of unexpected social interaction will no doubt die with them.