Something's been bugging me lately. I feel I ought to invite my brother and his family to visit. It's never been easy to plan - they live in the UK, we live in Cape Town, the seasons and the school holidays don't mesh very well. The only time in 37 years that they did come, the weather in Cape Town was absolutely miserable for the duration of their visit. We had to go and shop for warm clothes for the children. The thing is: none of us has anything in common so it's difficult to know how to spend any time together. When I was young, my brother (six years younger) was pretty quiet and spent all his time in a shed down the garden, constructing electrical circuits, radios and suchlike. My father would be developing photographs in his dark room, or gardening. My mother would be ensconced in her private eyrie/sewing room, listening to Afternoon theatre (not to be disturbed) and I would be in my bedroom: reading. We barely communicated. My mother and I did share some interests, but we didn't really 'talk', not like they do today. I respected my parents but my brother was in a separate world. Nothing changed after I left home. As I student, I used to phone home and my mother would say, "Here's M - have a chat with him" and pass over the phone. Mostly silence ensued, once I had run out of small talk and he would pass the phone back to my mom. Now that his children are grown and out of the house, I feel I should invite them again. Now that both my parents have died, I have not been back. I used to go and help out once a year, sometimes twice but now that our currency is so badly devalued, I can't manage a trip without a really good reason. I also have little in common with my sister-in-law except that we both used to teach French. Most years, they went to France for their holidays. Well, it's much cheaper than coming here. The thing is we don't 'miss' each other. It's enough to know that everyone is well and financially OK. Should I invite them again? I feel I must for my mother's sake. My brother doesn't even like holidays. My sister-in-law loves hiking, but I don't think he does. Oh dear, what would you do?