Hahahaha!!! My eldest says that when my daughter brings home a boyfriend that he's going to be giving him 20 questions (at least). Yeah, right. I can see my daughter, who's 2 years younger than her big brother allowing that to happen.
Anyhow, we were teasing her before Christmas about who she was givng cards too, and she mentioned a particular lad's name.
"What's the point of love anyway? It doesn't bring you any joy" she said, and flounced upstairs. :-D
I'm afraid I didn't follow her. Looked at the oldest, grinned and came back into the kitchen...
That does make an interesting read.
My mum started work the day I started school - I was four and a half. The key would usually be left in the door so I could let myself in. I walked the quarter of a mile home from school alone - the teachers would cross us over the road first.
I did have two foster sisters who'd arrive home a bit later than me. They were the biggest challenge as they would bully me (and hurt me and break my toys).
The horrid part was being ill and on my own.
It didn't do me any harm, really. Yet my parents were not close by if anything had happened, and it could be two or three hours before they did get home from work.
I understood that they needed to work.
I know when I had the children I was determined not to be in a position where I wasn't there for them - which is why I worked from home and then worked the nights.