When I was born, one of my two sisters was married and the other almost. My brother was older than both of them. So I might as well have been an only child. My father indulged me shamelessly and my mother considered me to be an inconvenience at a time when she thought she was getting her life back! I suppose she loved me in her own way but I spent more time at my sisters' houses than I did at my own, in the company of my nephews and nieces. I was never short of friends but always thought it would be nice to have a brother around my own age. Our only grandson is an only child and will remain so as DD made a decision not to have any more children. I respect her choice, but I feel for him. He has lots of friends but it's not the same thing as growing up with siblings. I've no idea whether it matters to him.
Good Morning Thursday 6th August 2026


