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Iris
Friday, May 28, 2004
 
B1rthday.
It is my older daughter's b1rthday today and she is in London and I am here. My son is here too so she managed to wake up this morning in an empty flat. This is not as cruel and uncaring as it seems as she had originally said she would be in the country this weekend - it is a holiday one - but then the dullness of this compared to several parties happening there became apparent. My husband and other daughter both had to leave for work really early too, by chance, but left her a decorated sitting room with piles of presents and flowers, so it isn't soo bad. Also she had managed to have a little quarrel with her boyfriend and they are 'not speaking' - on her BIRTHDAY how could he? (Or 'Yay!' Is this the first crack ...?).

When they were VERY little if their birthdays were on some really inconvenient day, when their father had to be away or something, I would just tell them that their bithday was on the Saturday before it really was. This seemed sensible and normal at the time but now actually seems rather odd and not very nice ....

My older daughter should really have been born yesterday, 27th May, but the labour dragged on over midnight because of the hospital's incompetence. I went into strong labour in the evening of 26th May - so any fool can see that in no way should it have lasted so long. She was finally dragged out by forceps at 1.00 am on 28th May and I still feel annoyed that her birthday hasn't got a seven in it like mine and my other daughter's. Also the hour's time lapse means that she doesn't have an exact synchronicity connecting her to another close friend although it is still strange. While I was in labour this friend, the future husband of one of my dearest girlfriends, died, from one minute to the next, of a freak and totally unexpected br@in h@emorr@ge. In fact he died in the late evening of 27th May - just when she should have been born. The girlfriend immediately became her godmother, although I hadn't originally intended it, and they have had a strong bond all my daughter's life.

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