My mother - DD3 is wonderful, she takes me on holiday with them every year and makes the long trip up from Surrey to Manchester every month, with a toddler and a new baby. I don't think her husband is good enough for her. I have always adored her and I know she loves me very much. I love her sisters and her brother, of course, but she was my last baby and she has always been very special.
My MIL. I thought my DIL was far too young to get married, at 18, and I didn't like the fact that she had been brought up as a catholic. However, she now says she is an atheist and they got married in a registry office, so that is not so bad. They have a nice three-bedroomed semi and seem to have a very good life, but I have still not got over losing my son's money every week.
Later. I am very proud of my DIL because she taught a neighbour's son and he said she was a brilliant teacher. She is now a Head teacher which means I can boast about her.
Later still: She has broken my son's heart by asking for a divorce after twenty years - I always said she was too young to get married.
So, what does “class” actually mean to you nowadays?




