OD's Birthday

Today is OD’s sixteenth birthday. My little tiger. Sixteen. Who’d have thought it? However, must as I would like to be sitting here and writing about how proud I am of her and what a fantastic daughter she’s turned out to be, sadly I’m once more bemoaning the fact that she’s been bunking off school, calling her Mother a cunt, and generally acting as though she had not a care in the world. Whilst every other child in her school year (and indeed throughout the entire country) has been sitting their mock GCSE exams these past two weeks, OD has been lying in bed doing fuck all. Saturday she came over with Niamh and Helena and the three of them sat in her room and got stoned. Yup, stoned. Niamh had bought a small bag of grass with her. Today she rowed with her Mum in the morning, rowed with her again in the evening, didn't both turning in for either of her Drama exams, and then hoofed off to boyfriend Chris’ house. “Maybe you should move back in with your Dad again” her Mum told her. When I spoke to OD tonight she said “and she didn’t even wish me happy birthday”. Ahhh dear; you treat people like shit, you get shit back. That’s the way of things. Surely you've worked that out by now? It isn't as though I haven't mentioned it before.

So, happy birthday daughter of mine. I love you to bits, but by God you are heavy work at times.