We had quite a morning today, haven't recovered yet.
In our village we are one of 4 british families, and the other 3 ALL contacted us with problems this morning.
I was planning to go to the market, but before I had even eaten breakfast the first lot came round - "We've been away for 8 months and now the phones don't work - can you help?"
Then another bloke came round, whose wife had left him and gone off with the kids - "I've decided to go back to work - can you adopt our dogs?"
Then my best friend, just back from the UK, is broken hearted because her oldest son has left his lovely wife and gone off with another woman.
All 1960s children - have they no staying power? Can't they sort out these problems which they created themselves? They seem to think they're entitled to a carefree life. Depend on us oldies to sort for them.
Ours are 60s children, we have enough helping them, fingers crossed they're coping at the moment.
Never got to the market btw.
Self ID of gender...can we discuss this?
How well do you get on with...