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I made Lee sleep on the couch last night, & we are not really talking to one another today...

He went off at 10:30am yesterday, to go & watch some motorsport at Wesbank Raceway with his boss / business partner, Chris. He told me he'd be home at lunchtime. Well, after switching his cellphone off at around 2:30pm (he claims he "lost reception"), he ended up walking through the door at 9am last night, all bleary-eyed & reeking of alcohol.

This is not the first time he has gone on a bit of a bender, & probably won't be the last. As much as I wanted to smash his head in, I knew that I had to wake up at 5am to beat the traffic to work this morning. So I made the conscious decision to reign in my anger & went to bed instead. I also know from previous experience that it's pointless trying to argue / reason with a drunk. We'll have to sit down & talk about it tonight.

Lee: if you are reading this, you'd better be prepared. If I get home & there isn't a massive bunch of flowers, an even bigger box of chocolates, a genuine apology AND a viable explanation for your behaviour yesterday, well, then, we have a serious problem, mate