I seem to have gained a child.
Taylor's best friend has an alcoholic mother who I'll call Sue, who also has two daughters, one 11 and one 5. I've already had one run in with her this week, as she came steaming round looking for a row, saying "You've been talking about me, do you think I'm an alcoholic?". To which I replied "Yes". That threw her, she wasn't expecting that answer, the row dissipated, and we ended up having a chat and a laugh. I really really like her, if she didn't drink we could be very close, but I try my damnedest to not get involved at all.
Her son and eldest daughter are at their Dads, so the youngest(who has a different father) was playing out with Taylor. The Mum went upstairs and fell asleep, and they got locked out. We've all shouted and thrown stones, and banged on the wall where she is sleeping with a broom, and now we've given up. It's 10.30pm, so the little girl is staying here, and I've posted a note through the door with my number on it. I swear she is going to wake up at 3am and just freak out. The poor little girl was saying "Why does she leave me down here alone to look after myself?". She's obviously seen a lot in her 5 years on the planet. :(