For my OH's 50th our daughters had organised a wonderful surprise party for him, guests travelling in from Cornwall and Bournemouth. The table was groaning with delicious food when I discovered a half eaten squirrel under the table courtesy of the cat. Not knowing the journey this contribution to the festivities had taken I decided not to mention it to les girls, scooped it up and threw it out. Everyone survived but it took some quick work.
I cannot seem to say anything "right"
Should we downsize to help our adult children out?
Hair loss.Starting to wear a wig.






