We have finally given up hope - there are never going to be any grandchildren and we feel so sad. We are 75 now and our two sons have never wanted marriage or children. The subject is never mentioned.
We hardly see either of them, they are getting on with their lives - we might get a phone call every couple of weeks, but they seldom visit and we’re not asked to see them, they are so busy. One is two hours drive away, the other is more than 3 hours away.
I’m glad we have plenty of friends, it certainly helps.
Sunday still feels different. Does anyone else notice that?
Words you don’t often see now.
Venezuela earthquakes, is £2million all the UK can afford to send for the relief effort?


