A friend has accused me of being proud of leading daughter astray. Well, unrepentant certainly – what am I for nowadays? I nurtured them all lovingly until they were eighteen and now I can relax. Sometimes I need their support and sometimes they need mine; I need them anyway, but it’s not necessary to cling. I enjoy their independence.
When my youngest was approaching eighteen I planned to take up a new vice to celebrate the newly irresponsible years. Smoking seemed the most appropriate, for various reasons, but then I had a really nasty chest infection and it put me off. I already drink as much as I can possibly take (I am perfectly convinced that this is fine as long as it isn’t in secret and I don’t actually fall over or need, as distinct from want, alcohol). So it left gambling. I’ve been to the races but I couldn’t be bothered to actually bet. I didn’t care enough. I really like poker, but you need people to play it with. And I’m no fonder of winning than of losing.
So leading my children astray is a start at least. But it still leaves me with a naughty gap in my life, preferably to be filled with something that won’t damage anyone else. I'd appreciate any suggestions.
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Hi Z! It was the reverse with me. My NO 1 got me started on blogging - reading that is He was quite surprised when I started writing, but very supportive.
I'm sure with your daughter it will bring you even closer.
Re drink - it's 12.15 and having cleaned the bathroom and loo am off for a glass of champers because today is my birthday - don't ask!
dw - but I never fart. I've got one though - blogging.
pi - happy day! I'll raise a glass to you tonight.
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