Well, my wife and I are looking at a trial separation. There, that got your attention, didn’t it. A bit of soap like this should bump up the page hits on my diary. We’re still on good terms, but the unresolved issues have been piling up for a while.
So now we’re working out the logistics – finding a flat nearby for me, moving out, getting furniture, what to do with my ludicrously huge mountains of video tapes, that kind of thing. We’ll try to keep things amicable, which should help lessen the impact on the kids.
This is not going to turn into one of those scenes on The Bill where the wife locks herself in the house, the husband is thumping on the door and personal effects are being thrown out the window to the accompaniment of "Oi, you slag! Open the door!" and "Piss off you ugly git – Oh, who called the Filth?!"
So, I suppose I’d better try and get some sort of social life happening… I wonder if I can remember how… Actually, I wonder if I ever knew!
By the way, if you think I’m being rather too cheerful for someone in this less-than-desirable position, keep in mind, this diary is meant to be humorous. It would be in the Web Site Charter, if there was one. Sure, I could change the web page background to black and put in a really mournful MIDI file to play while you read this, but why bring the rest of the world down with your troubles?
