A rather gregarious long time friend of ours is always arranging meetings and trips with people she and her husband have met on holiday.
Last week when I asked her husband if they had enjoyed their latest holiday , he replied grumpily “hmmm another lot of bl***y people to visit!”.
What was the name of the corner shop you went to as a child?
Am I being taken for granted, or is this just what being a grandparent is today?



