Someone asks what you would like to do. You think about their week. What would make things easier. What they might find disappointing. “Whatever suits you,” you say. Sometimes you mean it. Sometimes, later, you realise you had a preference. It disappeared before you could hear it. Life continues. You work, make arrangements, remember what matters to other people. Yet when there is finally space for you, you may not know what to put there. This can be one way of losing contact