Our family are much like a bag of wet cats...let them out and stand well back...
Himself's youngest son has a new girlfriend who has swamped FaceAche with declarations of love...in fairness, she sounds like a really nice person...just hope she's kinder and more understanding than his first wife, who ran away with her judo instructor...
A weird quirk was that we became friends with the people who used to live in the cottage which Karl and his wife bought...they'd moved to Ireland a year before we did and we met up when we were into the animal rescue...
Anyway...Karl, and the new, and very full on woman friend, are planning to come and visit during the summer...she's the head of a special school so we'll have something in common straight away...
Teresa and Reuben are only here for a couple of days because they feel they can't stay long...their daughter has run away with another man taking her bewildered children with her...man number three can't stay where they lived together because it's a council house and in her name...she keeps lurching from one relationship to another, dragging her three children behind her...
The men she has these 'affairs' with have children as well...
I do so feel like boxing her ears and telling her to get a grip and feckin grow-up...she's nearly forty for heaven's sakes.
She doesn't speak to me anymore because she was always bemoaning the fact she was bored...told her only boring people are bored...hasn't spoken to me since!
Of Karl's three adult daughters, only one speaks to him...the other two have taken their Mothers and the Judo mans side...
Don't they realise how short life is...they can't obviously...it slips away and there's nothing on earth we can do to make it otherwise...
What memories will T's daughters children have of their childhood...the constant in their lives are their grandparents but they can't be there every minute of every day...
It's sad and distressing...just as well we live far away because if we didn't, my opinion would be heard whether they welcomed it or not.