When you get to my stage in the game you know that no building society will give you a 25 year mortgage.

Mind you, I know a lot of people who didn’t even reach that biblical age of three score and 10.

You start to think about what you will leave behind for future generations. I have a modest lifestyle beyond my parents’ and grandparents’ wildest dreams. My own home, a car, central heating, a bath and a shower, washing machine, colour television, a garden. Non existent in the East End of Glasgow in the 1940s.

I now ask myself, is my generation leaving a better Britain with the social and moral cohesion that our hard times created?

Perhaps a better standard of living, even that is going down fast and one of the many reasons being subsidising the bloated bureaucratic parasites, 3,325 earning more than the British Prime Minister running the EU. Check it out Euro lovers. The nonentity Mr Barrosa leaving with a £100,000 pension for life. Tell that one to the silver threads, myself included, as a general election nears.

Many people who know me personally will vouch for the fact that I, like many of my generation, worked hard to bring up our families.

I despair at what we are leaving behind for our future generations. This appears at present to be the best country in the world for accommodation, welfare benefits and health care, as long as you are not born and bred British.

Bill Williams Merlin Way Swindon