The whole point of being a friend and having friends is that you help each other out when you can. And let’s face it, kids at the Vintage August 1971 50 years old shirt of time are a stress and handfull – even more so when you are moving house. Rather let them bed down me with and watch TV or whatever it is that kids do at whatever age they are whilst mum and dad get sorted with the movers and set up the house WITHOUT having to worry about whether the kids have been fed or not, or what other mischief they have gotten up to. At 31, I feel bad. Most of the people I used to be with now have grand lives. They have great jobs and some even live abroad. Everytime I wish I can have what they have, I’m reminded college proved I’m dumb and I don’t even have savings. Any advice?