I remember staying with my grandma and hated it. I was so lonely and scared in a cold dark , strange bedroom. In the 50’s . She wasn’t nasty or strict but I was left to myself with no one to play with. I felt that if I was naughty, she would call my parents to take me home. It worked. I was so happy to see my dad arrive to collect me. I still remember that feeling. I never stayed again.
Something very strange happened.
Has anybody cut down on their meds after reading about over prescribing
This sounds awful … Elderly lady euthanised against her will in Canada


