I don't for one minute underestimate how lucky we are to have two fantastic daughters who have worked hard to secure places at university and who are well and happy. I write this simply to help all mothers, and fathers, who found, like me, the thought that the change in circumstances would be so overwhelmingly unbearable it would be difficult to look forward.
If I was on benefits, I'd have a bowl bulging with fruits from my loins and a free nest, for my troubles. Likewise, if I was a double-barrled posho, I'd have Jaspers and Hermiones coming out of every orifice, before you could say "sun-blushed tomato." We middling types pay their taxes and remain sprogless.