Was talking last night to my eldest daughter – well messaging her actually, she’s in the UK so I’ve not seen her for a year or two. 😦
She was commenting that I’d not written anything about her which is true. In some ways she’s probably better off that way… 🙂
To confound the sociologists and reignite the nature/nurture debate, it’s really strange how alike we are despite having relatively minimal contact during a large chunk of her life. Both of us are flakey with some off the wall ideas. Both share many ‘ailments’, physical and psychological though she has at least avoided the trap I fell into and expanded physically. She’s thin as a rake… and set to live forever whilst worrying all the time about what *might* be wrong with her!
It appears she is to be the sole progenitor of our family bloodline as her brother looks dead set to avoid parenthood at all costs… which might be a good thing. She has two kids already with another beginning its squirmy path to independent life as we speak. Best of luck to her.
I’ve not seen much of the grandkids either of course, which is a real shame for me at least. Still, there is hope yet. She and her fella are considering trying to migrate. I’m not convinced he’s 100% happy about it yet, but like us, he may well find once he’s here he’ll never want to live anywhere else.
Whether they’ll get here or not is in the lap of the gods, and DIMIA, but we’re keeping the fingers crossed. We’ve really love it if they came over. Not just to get any family, but because she’s *her*.
Flakey she may be… but we all love her.
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