When I was a kid in England, my grandad had a stroke in the night, didn’t want to alert anybody and just got dressed smartly and made his breakfast and then asked somebody to drive him to work “if it wasn’t too much of bother” (he was eventually talked into going to hospital) - my great grandmother died of cancer and didn’t tell anybody she had it and kept it hidden and worked till the very end and would just say she felt “under the weather” but it wasn’t “an excuse to lay about” - these people worked themselves out of serious hardship, the sort boomers pretend they had, and they never complained about it.
I only ever saw that side of my family get upset/emotional over something being unfair and immoral. That’s Britishness, do what’s right, what’s fair, stiff upper lip and a sardonic wit to the most heinous things.
These people existed for a thousand years and built the best country in the world, and it’s been taken from them and handed to the altar of “multiculturalism” which has profoundly ruined it and they aren’t allowed to even say anything about it now because they are less free than Russia.
It’s sad!