Today I've upset the Bear yet again by being selfish and inconsiderate.

Jay had an appointment with the dermatologist at 11.20 so CC and I rushed round doing the cleaning so that I would be ready to go with him. I put the joint in the oven and then left her in charge of preparing lunch.

We got back at about 1 o'clock because Dr. R. always runs late and before I could get my coat off the Bear insisted that I go and look at his computer because he couldn't get it to work. He was trying to watch a DVD about trains but was getting a Teach Yourself Greek lesson.

Despite the fact that lunch was ready, I fiddled about without really knowing what I was doing and, more by luck than judgement, got it to work. However, during the meal the Bear started to rant on about how he had spent two and a half hours getting nowhere with the bloody computer.

'Well, that's not my fault', I protested.

'Yes it is. You weren't here to help me.' was his reply.

'But Jay had an appointment..' I began.

'Bugger appointments,' roared Bear and continued to complain between mouthfuls of roast pork. By dessert he had gone off to sulk in the conservatory.

He appeared a bit calmer later so when he asked if I'd walk down to the Post Office with him I agreed. Maybe, just maybe, he was going to apologise and didn't want to do it in earshot of anyone else.

On the contary, we had only gone a few yards when he let fly again. It was all the usual insults. I know them by heart now. He got as far as telling me how selfish I was when I simply turned round and came back home.

He seems to be trying to arrange a trip to England to see his family.

Please, let it be soon. We all need a holiday from his tantrums.