I know times have changed in many ways but I am slightly surprised by posters using sleepovers as a gauge of how close are relationships between grandparents and grandchildren. I don't think I had a sleepover anywhere until I was a teenager – and then I stayed at a friend's house. I had stayed with aunties but always with at least one parent and my sister. I never stayed with my parents' parents in my entire life.
My grandchildren love sleepovers at my house and have had quite a few, except the youngest one (three years old). I don't have a spare bedroom and the sofa bed is not suitable for young children because it is in the main room of the house and children go to bed early. Consequently, they tend to share a bed with me; as the boys dream of playing football for Barcelona all night and the middle one snores, this is no great joy. As a rule, it works the other way round; I go to their house to make supper and look after them if their parents have one of their rather rare outings and I have a sleepover. The three-year-old invariably comes in for part of the night and last time, having been taken back to his own bed much earlier, appeared at my side at 5.30 am asking for breakfast! Actually, much as I love all of them, sleepovers are far from my favourite activities.