Mummy was babysitting tonight with Ant, he’s her boyfriend, because they were cuddling all night. She said I’ve got a brother soon, but Grandma said its not true that he’s living at home. Grandma and Granddad have gone to a party, which means I can go to bed late because Mummy doesn’t care what I do. But I don’t want to sit with them now, I don’t feel well, they were both eating something hot off a spoon outside earlier while Ant was smoking. But then they came in walking all funny; they’re maybe drunk. But then they played a trick on me, and now I don’t feel well. Mummy had a big bag of mini eggs and wouldn’t give me one, but I kept asking, so she said she’d go and get me some more from outside, and she even asked me what my favourite colour was. She must know it’s blue! But when she came in after she had the same bag, and just gave me a blue one from there, and when I ate it it had real egg things inside it, and she’d got one of the budgy’s eggs from out of the cage. I was sick too, and she wouldn’t help, they just laughed at me. But when I said I was telling Grandma, she said if I did then id never get my brother because I’d lied, even thought I hadn’t. I really, really want Grandma to get home.
A set of diary entries that have been written for a Drink and Drugs awareness campaign about an individuals experience as a child, and throughout growing up with a mother with a heavy drug problem.