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.