I'm looking after my grandson in the holidays but now he's bringing a friend. Should I charge? VICKY REYNAL replies
My grandson is 13 and I love him, and of course I am happy to host him and look after him, but now my daughter – concerned that he might be bored – has asked if his friend can also join him.
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