Dear Diary,
I am stuck house-sitting, and stupidly agreed to do so. Screaming fighting arguing crying children, all a handful, all a nightmare. Melodrama. The Matriarch of the house said she wouldn't be long. She's been a while, and tidying my house is time-critical, I should have stayed at home. This is a nightmare situation.
Luckily one of the older kids has taken them out for a walk, so now all I have to deal with is flea-bitten dogs. I think I'll sit in the sun and play Betty the Banjuitar a while.
Max-out.
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