Once they answer, I spend the whole time telling them that Steve (tho I never mention his name) has stopped scaring me. Even so, there are two cops here in about 10 minutes. When I lived the other length of town (posh end) I had to phone once cause a woman over the road ran over her husband. Two hours later one cop turned up.

Steve is acting ok and packing his bags. As he does, he throws various nasty comments at me. I no longer care, I'm so scared I just want him gone. I say can they make sure he's gone before they go. They follow him out.

Ten minutes later, if that (the time it took to write the last post), he was back. In the meantime he'd been texting and phoning and I'd totally ignored all of it. Then he was back banging on the door cause I'd locked it and left the key in at 90 degrees. So he went on and on and on.

I felt desperate. I phoned the 24 hour domestic violence helpline. As usual, no response. As usual I left an arsey message. One day I will die and they won't answer.

So I went and phoned the local police number. Then I saw he'd not taken any bags. All his stuff is still here. As a result of what had happened, the same Police turned up, by which time he'd left, cos I'd told him the Police were coming. Get a feeling they saw him tho, cos I heard some talking when they left.

Wish I'd called with my dislocated shoulder after Tewkesbury. Feel a shit, but I kept on telling people not to make a fuss about me. Apparently it's some givernment initiative. Wish they'd do one on random violence, rather than domestic.

I used to be arachnophobic, really badly so that once I had to use a neighbour's toilet. Now I feel strangely comforted by the massive spider that's running around the room.