I'm trying to think why I feel so terrible about lending stuff.
I think it goes back to when I was at primary school. I was really careful with my stuff, loved having colouring pencils and so on - they weren't posh but they were all there, iykwim! And the other children always wanted to borrow my things, and didn't take care of them so I started saying no - and then I got horrible comments and nasty looks.
So I started giving everyone everything. People wanted to have my crisps, fine, they all took as many as they liked - till there were none left. The teacher saw me and said, stop being so generous.
It's a difficult balance. But I always recall other children asking for my things, not because they were any better than their own things but because I always had them with me. And it taught me to keep quiet about what I have, because people can be so resentful of others having things.
Even now I've had parents come to collect their children from a party and stand in my house, saying 'it's not fair, you're a single parent, you shouldn't live in a nice house like this'.
They don't realise that it is the cheapest flat I could find because it was such a shithole when we moved in. One of them offered us one of his houses to rent, a few months ago, thinking we would be able to afford it - we couldn't, it's DOUBLE what we pay.
I hate the idea that he, or other people were thinking we can afford that much and resenting me for it.
Hopefully I have set him straight now.