So, the stbx only wanted one child last weekend. Today, to add insult to injury, he only wanted to talk to one child (the other gets home later) and made some stupid excuse that the child would feel left out if he called to talk to the other.
I bloody well made the b^stard call at the time he's supposed to call at to talk to both kids 
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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