We were talking about this just the other day, people asking you how you are without really wanting to know, and what to reply...
My neighbour rang me this morning - ostensibly to tell me that what I laughingly call 'The Grass' (actually 10 square feet of stinging nettles) wanted cutting again - but that's another story...
"Tu vas bien?" he asked
"Bof," I said. "And yourself?"
"Oh," he said, "I'm ill again. Got a terrible sore throat."
"There's a lot of it about," I said. "Just this morning my granddaughter said to me, 'nan,' she said, 'I've got a terrible sore throat'. I've got a problem with my side door."
"Right," he said, "I'm standing right by your side door."
"I'll come down," I said.
So, I went down, and showed him the problem.
"I can probably fix that," he said, "next time I'm in the area." He travels a lot, you see.
So, we went for a little walk to have a look at the local drain pipes. Then, sat down on a bench for a natter about the state of said drain pipes, and the trees at the end of the garden that wanted pruning again. "You planted the wrong trees," he said. "You should have planted short ones, those are too tall."
"We learn by experience", I said.
And we talked about the difficulty finding someone to fix the roof, and the impossiblity of finding a good plumber, and his friend who was very ill...
And by the time we parted company, he was in much higher spirits. We really should let people tell us how they really are. Even if we can't do anything about it. It's a kindness.