It's hard isn't it, the letting go. We know we must, but it tugs at the heart strings. My middle grandchild was completely devoted to me. If the telephone rang he rush to answer it and say ' I'm not coming home' he's 15 now. He visited me recently and we spent a short time together because he wanted to spend time with an uncle on the other side of town. It's a good I'm well practiced at pretending I don't mind. He loves me but what 15 year old wants to be seen with his Nanna. I'm lucky there was a gap between my first and second lot of grandchildren so I still have three under the age of 7 who adore all their grandparents. This September the youngest and probably the last is going to school. I worked it out and between my own children and this last grandchild I've had a child with me every Friday for 40 years. Phew I'm sorta glad that's over. There'll still be the weekends with the three little ones and school holidays but Friday's to myself bliss
Whats a day in the life of a behavioural neuroscientist like??
What has survived in your garden with minimal or no watering?


