I moved in with mum in the transition between selling our house in England and moving to Scotland. DH moved on his own to start a new job.
I had the 2 small children and the dog. Mum was used to living on her own and she worked full time. We were obviously a burden and begged DH to let us join him at a friend's flat.
That friend is still my best friend 50 years later!
Sometimes it’s just the small things that press the bruise isn’t it? 😢


