I spent the first Christmas after my husband died, very pregnant and with 3 very young other children. Thinking it would result in giggles I asked them what they would like as a special Christmas meal. Expecting a yell of TURKEY.
Nope, it was egg and chips.
Would I fit in as an easy going Christmas visitor? Yes I would. I’d insist on being shown how to use their tv remote then insist on being left in front of the tv with it if they went to a pub.
What decade were your grandparents born?
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


