Summerskies,
Cossy is correct - announcing help without discussion,
fallout was bound to happen - your DH and DD should
realise this.
“Your mother and I have discussed this and would like to offer you £100 towards your oil bill just this once” at least allows your DD the option of a refusal.
You are already unpaid labour and paying nursery fees!
This has resurrected a memory of being a young couple in a cold rented cottage in countryside, toddler and new baby, winter of ‘78.
Our heating a Baxi Burnall, which is a bucket set into the fireplace, the ground essentially, which we had to be restrained with the use of as this needed to be cold in the morning at 6am for my husband to lift out take out and empty into a metal dustbin, hot ashes still.
We were all electric, had oil fired electric plug in radiators,
an immersion heater for the small water cylinder, an electric heated towel rail in the bathroom.
To conserve hot water as the tank was small and easily depleted, we had a dishwasher I bought on ‘deferred terms’ over two years from JL and in the days of (two lots of) terry nappies, an essential washing machine of course.
We had heavy door curtains and an electric blanket,
dressed in layers, made soup, kept up calories.
I didn’t leave the house during 2 weeks in December in biting wind and snow, a difficult time.
In February, we had an enormous electricity bill, huge, sickening, frightening really.
We separately mentioned this to both sets of parents neither
of which offered to help, despite being comfortably off and
no other grandchildren, in thickly carpeted overheated houses, miles away.
I sold a small antique desk
and my husband thinned out his extensive record collection
in order to pay.
This was our only utilities bill as rates and water rates were included in the rent which was reasonable.
We paid monthly after this, in those days a budget account
was calculated over a twelve month period which reduced payments considerably.
Neither did we experience a similarly cold winter again and baby flourished.
How grateful we would have been for financial no strings help during that vicious winter with a battle to keep baby warm, a fraught and anxious time.
The chimney breast in the large middle bedroom, attached to next door took the chill off the room and where we all slept, the outer, corner master bedroom abandoned, like an inhospitable north wing.
Installing heating at that time was never an option for us.
Our respective parents relieving us of a financial burden was
an option they chose to ignore.
It wasn’t as though my husband had bought a motorbike or we had holidayed in the Seychelles, this was a necessity, warmth.
Now I look back at how hardy we were although now I am
remembering my dainty antique desk.