We were lucky enough to have our first grandchild this year. We never thought it would happen but it did. Our sons partner is from down under and they have now gone to spend Christmas with her parents. I never thought I would feel so bereft. I hate myself as I actually feel jealous of her parents who already have 5 grandchildren and yet we're missing our only grandchild s very first Christmas. I dont want to feel like this and when I get daily photos from our son, it makes me feel even worse. Does anyone else feel like this or am I just being a miserable old trout!
Have you read any good books lately?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic