My story is similar to a million others. Benefiting, if you could call it that, from the Thatcher revolution in the housing market ( if you can call selling off all of the country's council housing stock, a revolution ). A few decades later, with subsequent political parties, using the same housing market ( by now, inflated out of all proportion ) to bolster the country's wealth, my son is unable, as I was , to purchase a house and is at the whim of the rental market. My problem is, that having divorced, which obviously resulted in the sale of the house and with it, my last chance of home ownership, I am now a pensioner, on a very limited income, who finds himself supplementing his sons income. I sometimes wonder if it is love, or misplaced guilt, for a situation that was not of my making.