It's amazing how, in this world of digital 'reality' one can feel genuinely sad and distressed for those whom we've never met but know are hurting.
I've shed many a tear at problems listed here - and yet I don't even know what any of you look like.
I miss MissAdventure Her posts were vibrant and often sassy.
I laugh at old Rufus - always trying to put one over on the ladies - and never quite making it
I marvel at the huge wellspring of knowledge and kindness shown to those asking for help.
And have learned to feel sorry, rather than irritated about the (very few) posters who grump and gripe at everything.
I'm usually awake when everyone else is asleep in the antipodes (UK) but I get my Gransnet fix after tea - and go to bed to think about you all.
It's not so long since I didn't even know Gransnet existed and yet now it, and all of you, are friends I wouldn't want to lose.
You've enriched my life - even those who've made me cross on occasion, so thank you one and all.
He wants to be in control - daughter's labour
I'm being annoying - grandchild
He's a sociopath - daughter's partner