One family lives further away. They’re lovely grandchildren, but I was not as involved as much as I would have liked, partly because of the distance, but also because the parents were not getting on well and it was a bit awkward staying with them. There was an uncomfortable atmosphere and I didn’t go there more often because of that.
I wasn’t quite sure how to manage it. You can’t go and be critical, but seeing things not going right – that’s life and that’s bound to happen – but it’s very hard to watch in people you love. And because I saw them much more seldom, I felt more of a visitor there than as part of the set-up.
grandmother of eight
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