Liz, perhaps I should have said'only' good things about their families.But your point is a very good one,and touches me. My father was the kindest friendliest understanding and patient man I could ever wish for a Dad. He also abused me from way back.As far back as I can remember, five perhaps, five years old. That continued month in month out for the next ten years. I never failed to love him deeply till the day he died.And still do.

T.T.