So last night was a typical argument of the type we seem to have every few days or so. We were just getting ready for bed, and Steve said to me, 'why are your arms so brown?' I said I thought it was cos I got sunburned on holiday. He said,'that was ages ago. If you're at work all doy, how come your arms are so brown?' I said I had no idea, I'd been at work all day, and nowhere else. 'But you work in Shrewsbury. Supposedly.'

So now I knew where he was going. The 19 year old jockey.

This made me blow up into a rant. 'It's really not fair that you keep on bringing up a snog I had with someone when we were already split up, when you couldn't keep from sticking your cock into someone when we were still together.'

'I didn't do anything when we were still together.' (This is Steve's latest little fantasy - that he didn't sleep with Lauren until we had split.)

'Yeah, right, you're forgetting that you AND her both told me different.'

'It's YOU that's the slag, not me!'

'Now just HOWE do you work that one out????' I was fuming by this time and went to put a milkbottle out in that displacement activity sort of way you do in the midst of a row. He grabbed the keys off me, I grabbed them back, and told him how dare he stop me opening the door. So I opened it and threw the keys (his) down the drive.

He then went mental at me and tried to get my car keys. I grabbed them first and ran to the kitchen where I hid them in a bookcase.

We went to bed not speaking, and he said, 'I am the one who's lost something, and still it all has to be about you.'

So then I launched into a speech about how dare he drag the dog into it, because how he felt was nothing like how I'd felt when he went off with Lauren, and how did he expect me to get over it just like that and never mention it again, ESPECIALLY when he keeps accusing ME of cheating on HIM. I pointed out that I NEVER berate him about the whole thing except when he starts on me. Which he couldn't answer.

I went to get a drink, and when I went to bed a few minutes later he was snoring. I couldn't resist waking him up and saying, 'still missing the dog are you?' I know it was wrong, but really, he is SOOOOOOO playing on how upset he is, when really if he hadn't been sick of her whining and pooing he would never have got rid of her anyway. Steve does what Steve wants to do. Which is what I reminded him when he said once, 'I only got rid of her because I love you.'

We're holidaying next week. I know it can be a flashpoint, being away from home, but I'm hoping it won't be - especially as I have booked a surprise night in a CASTLE!!!!!

Will write on my return about how it goes.