I’d go to the ends of the Earth to help my sons or grandkids. But Dominic Cummings’ 260 mile drive to get childcare puzzles me.
Whenever I needed emergency babysitting, there were always friends and neighbours happy to help. The fact he drove so far with his child makes me suspect he must be very dislikeable not to have a single friend he could call on in London.
Would I drive with my loved ones to test my eyesight? Dear God no. The fact he broke the rules he made, while so many people have suffered so much to adhere to them, is disgusting.
I’m so lucky to see my granddaughter Caitlyn every Saturday as she brings shopping for me. Robbie’s boys Charlie and Freddie live 90 minutes away and said as soon as they can they hope to come and see me
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