I often wonder why lives are so different. I live in a pleasant leafy suburb, comfortable but not affluent. However, within a very short distance is a very poor area. The few people on the streets look dismal and defeated. It makes me feel uncomfortable and guilty. Why am I in the comfortable bit and they aren’t? Have they made any efforts to further themselves via education? Are they just unlucky? Do they just accept their lot in life without trying to improve it? I wonder all these things.
In some ways my life has been hard, because my husband died at the age of 40. My children were 9 and 6. Because of my husband’s forethought and a decent job, there was insurance and a pension which meant I had enough money. I have a loving and stable family and the children have grown into successful adults. In fact, my life has not been all that hard and I count myself lucky.
Difficult lives seem to be caused mainly by lack of enough money, bad health and unstable relationships. I just don't know the answer.
Girls grammars in the 60s (and beyond)
Concerns re: my granddaughters weight
Favourite small treat when feeling blue or conversely a bit flush


