Feeling a bit of trepidation cos we were going to go to one of the nearby bigger towns, but the weather has meant we've changed to just going out here. So I've said we have to limit ourselves to two pubs - one Steve is barred from, the other he hates.

I'll hide under my umbrella and run between them. Can't decide which would be worse - him seeing me and trying to talk to me, or me seeing him with someone else.

My head says the latter would be far preferable, because then I might stop wondering what he's up to and get on with my life.