To all of you who have responded to this thread, (which, incidentally I think should be in the relationships section, but I|don't know how to move it), I have just finished reading When Daddy Came Home, and it is so good to know that others had such similar experiences. It explains to me so much about the consequences of war for all, not just those in the services. It makes me feel that my difficult relationship with my father wasn't anyone's fault. Not his, given his background and personality, not mine because I was just a child, but almost an inevitable result of the circumstances in which we all found ourselves. It doesn't make the hurt any less, but it is beginning to help me make sense of it. I've also started to write about it. I've always wanted to write, but a big family and the need to support them has always been my excuse for not doing so. Maybe this is the right time, at the least to be able to leave it for my children to help them understand the background to their own upbringing. The next book on my list is Melvyn Bragg.
What were the first ever records that you bought and when?
Angela Rayner lashes out and calls Sunak “pint sized loser”.
