Life seems to be a succession of arguments when I am with Michael. He started off in a very good mood. In fact, celebrated by giving me a (friendly) punch in the street. Then he took offence because I wouldn’t tell him what time I got up this morning. He even walked away from me at the bus stop. Think I will surprise him one of these days and instead of the ‘letter from Alan’ way I’ll just walk away from him in the middle of an argument. Wonder what he would do?