OH was due to move out at the end of the month, but when I was away visiting my sick father at the beginning of the week he called me to say that he thought moving into rented accommodation was a waste of money and that we should try therapy.  I had previously suggested Relate but he had poo-pooed it.

I said (stupidly?) okay cancel the rented place and we'll talk when I got home.  I was stressed about my dad who isn't well and a sick pony.   I got home mid-afternoon and he was in conference calls until it was time to feed the animals.  Then he announced that he was going to yoga that

OH told me about his affair two months ago and it finished a couple of weeks ago, but not of his own choosing.  He came home but because he didn't come home because he wanted to be with me, I asked him to move out and he agreed.

I found him suitable places but initially he turned his nose up.  Then he'd phone but of course it had already gone.  I'm afraid I lost my rag a bit as I was scared he would still be here at Christmas, but it did the trick and lo and behold he found a place the next day.

Anyway, I am sad that he will be moving out.  I will miss him and I am sure that he will move on

It started okay, I went swimming with a friend, but it all went downhill from there.

I had planned to go to a heavy horse working day, and OH decided to come with me.  I wish he hadn't bothered, he wasn't interested in the horses at all.  After looking at the stands and standing around a bit we came home.  What a waste of time.  I could have gone with a friend who was interested in the horses.

Then I turned my lame pony out in the pen behind the barn for a bit of grass, she went beserk and jumped through the top rail of the gate into the paddock with our other horse.  So we have a gate to