Mrs G has never been considered your family! You dislike her! You’ve made it so obvious over the years how much you resent her, you eye roll at the mention of her name. You’ve hated her for being ill because it takes daft boy’s (helllooooo there Charlie!) attention away from you, you’ve happily discussed her financial affairs, breast cancer, falls, dementia on here looking for second hand sympathy FOR YOURSELF!! You resented Every moment wet lettuce had to spend helping his mum, all under the guise of feeling sorry for him, what with him being an amazing son and it being so stressful…and now we have the crocodile tears because it’s been found out that all Mrs G’s possessions, up to and including her SHOPPING TROLLEY!! have been dumped on the pavement to be picked over by any passing stranger! It’s your shame that’s making you cry, and so it should! You and him are despicable, utterly despicable, cry all you like, but you cannot defend the indefensible Jane. As for you, amazing son, you’re no better!