Me neither, Jalima! My dad's mum was a matriarch through and through - we all called her mother and we all adored her. She was tiny and her word was law, but she was very loving, not a bully at all. She came from quite a well to do family and her husband, who loved the bones of her, was the horsekeeper at the local pit, so perhaps he felt he'd done well to get her. I've heard that if she even mentioned she'd like anything - a new dress, say - he'd have half a dozen delivered for her perusal and encourage her to keep the lot.
I should be so lucky. 
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.


