Captain's log
6th day of the 2nd month
The Waywatchers chased us around the Orc Caves yesterday pretending to be orcs themselves. We had to eliminate five brutes whilst defending ourselves from the terrifying threat of Floria, Annwyn and Lucius!
Gasp!
Tanya was moody as hell yesterday evening and she couldn't even blame it on being pregnant. I came home to find the house looking like it would do if I lived alone!
The kids were practically killing one another and Annie was begging to go see her mummy which is something I've never seen in my life, or in hers.
After saving the world, or more specifically the household, I dropped the twins round to Louisa, obediently engaged in the customary snog-session and headed home having promised I'd come by some time today which I haven't had the opportunity to do due to an
'oh so busy' schedule.
Yeah I'm avoiding going round there, mainly because I don't really want this to turn into an affair but neither do I want her to disappear off with my children.
I've been in this situation about a dozen times before but I'll keep it ticking over for now. This is an incredibly skewed method of keeping everybody happy and I've been colourfully informed of that fact many times previously but in the short term it works wonderfully. In the long term it's doomed to Tanya finding out or Louisa expecting me to take it seriously.
Next she'll be wanting access to
'the buffet'. I'm not sure what I'll do should she be banging upon the dining room door. An
'appetiser' might keep her at bay for a short while but then usually with Lou offering her an appetiser leads to her demanding the entire five course meal and Tanya wouldn't want me
'cooking' for anyone else, least of all her arch-nemesis.
'Cooking' for both of them at once might be a possibility but somehow I don't see either of them buying that idea, unfortunately.
Tanya apologised for being so moody when I came home which made me struggle to fall asleep under the crushing weight of guilt, this coupled with the babies waking up every twenty seconds means I'm utterly knackered today. At least I can escape them by going to work, Tanya doesn't have that luxury.
- Dart