"Kids, y'know…it's a bit of a funny story how your dad and I got together. Well, you obviously know our work, how things can get a bit complicated from time to time. More like all the time, really. It's actually a bit insane, when you think about it. But that's…that's beside the point, isn't it? The point is, sometimes it bleeds over a bit. Sorta like bringin' your work home with you, only it's not really a personal choice; it just sort of happens. And it's not just your work, either, but your whole bloody life that gets knocked out of whack. It's good, sometimes, don't get me wrong. It's bad sometimes, too. But mostly, it's just all sort of jumbled together, the good and the bad, and you've just got to take the both of them and go with it.

"Sorry. I suppose this doesn't make much sense to the two of you just now. Or probably ever. Don't even know why I'm telling you, really, only I'm bored and it's something to keep the lot of us occupied while your dad's away. I guess what I'm trying to say, though, is that it's complicated, things with me and your dad.

"Maybe I should just start from the beginning, yeah? Although that's a bit tricky as well, in a way. Suppose we just give it a go, see how it ends up. Might have to start over a few times, but what've we got better to do? So, here goes.

"Kids, the day I met your father, we'd been dating for about three months."