Haven't written for ages: because all is pretty much ok. Good even. Steve isn't doing heroin: stopped it totally voluntarily and off his own bat. Hasn't done it since a week past Monday at the latest.

I know he's done zopiclone since, he owned up to it once, and I suspect he's done it a few other times, but Rome wasn't built and all that.

And.... he's given his dog away to a woman who has two other German Shorthaired Pointers. Now so far as I am concerned, that REALLY is love!

We still have a few 'Lauren' moments. I sometimes feel insecure, and he doesn't understand why I do, so then we row, and then we get through it and it's all fine again. He phoned her the Saturday she got back from travelling to tell her it was over, and it was really, well, weird, because he said to her that he was back in the Midlands because he was back with me, and she just said, 'ok' and put down the phone! I did wonder for a while if it was a ploy and they were keeping in touch. Before that she'd been phoning at least three times a day, and that day had phoned 12 times, none of which he'd answered. So maybe she already knew. I'm still surprised she didn't want an explanation. Maybe she got one here.

We have new rings to mark our new start, and he now wear it on his wedding finger too. They are those elvish rings (we're not into LOTR!), with the soppy verse inscribed in elvish.

Bad news is Steve doesn't have a job, so has no money, and has to live with me for now. Indefinitely. But it is nice to have him here to go to bed with each night. Problematic blog-wise though - he hates me 'talking' about him to other people. For all that he prides himself on not caring what people think, he even cares what strangers think of him!