He's stolen my ipod again, cheeky git. Something to listen to on the train I suppose. And the sports headphones. What does he need sports headphones for - on the train?!?

I suppose I anticipated this when I promised to be a faithful loving and devoted wife as long as we both shall live. I anticipated such a situation. I anticipated the end of mine - my sofa, your tv, my bedcovers, your computer - a new life together. In fact I didn't just anticipate it, I was looking forward to it. Of course I was, why else did I spend months nagging him to propose?

Hormone-addled idiot.

It was probably all the sex. There was a lot of sex in those days. We were a twice a night couple - last thing before bed, and first thing in the morning. Occasionally on a Sunday afternoon as well - if it was raining - as long as there was no grand prix on the telly.

Of course there's no point in having sex anymore - now we know we're going to be together FOREVER. There's no urgency, no eagerness to "seize the day". It's like coursework really - if it can't be done at the last minute it's not worth doing, and why put something off till tomorrow, if you can put it off till next week?

In fact why should I even bother going to the gym? No point in looking sexy. No music to listen to while I work-out. Tonnes of housework to catch up on - after all he just lets things fall where they may. Never does any laundry. Never -

"Hello hunney, I'm home early! Love you"

"Hello sugar, how was your day? Love you too"