You make me so glad I had it so easy! I had no more than the usual coming home rat-arsed or the small hours call for a lift home from the arse-end of nowhere. Oh, and my parents whining about the way we let them dress (they were both Goths).

They suspect that my older granddaughter might be autistic. But at 10 she just strikes me as a quiet, rather shy little girl who is suffering the effects of her parents' break-up and subsequent conflict.