I was in full time education until I was 24 (first and second degrees), married at 28, first child at 31 and second at 34. This seemed normal to me, as it was much the same as my mother. I was born, the second child, when my mother was 34.
I was 68 when I became a grandmother. One son has no children, the younger one was mid-30s when he married. My DIL was 34 and 38 when she had the grandchildren. So you see it is a familiar pattern.
Most of my friends were much the same, but I had one friend from school who married at 22 (I thought she was crazy) and was knee-deep in nappies when I was still a student. I loved babies, but I felt sorry for her and I think she was envious of me. She is now a great-grandmother, whereas my grandchildren are still at primary school. I am unlikely to see them grow up, I suppose, though my parents were long-lived and did see my children grow up. It doesn’t bother me particularly. They are just gorgeous now, enough for me.
Enjoy the Antiques Road Trip except ...
So Harry and family are coming back!



