one hundred and sixty four-164

There's a time, I realise, where you just don't know who your teenager is. It's a scary time. And you expect the worse. You think they're the ASBO youth, you expect a bulging belly at any moment, your fears are confirmed as they moodily snarl at you. But the truth is, they tend to be who they always were. You look back and think, 'Oh! Was that all?'

But it could go either way and maybe if you weren't concerned, it would've gone the other way.