So, I drove over to my ex-husband's this morning ... →[More:]After the aggravation of last weekend, I packed up the car early this morning with the things that were portable (tools, a couple of small cabinets, some personal stuff) and drove over to my ex-husband's. I got there at about 8.30. His car wasn't there, but after banging at the door for a couple of minutes he answered, looking very bleary-eyed.

We carted the stuff in, he made some coffee and we had a chat for an hour or so.

Sure enough, last weekend he was in the pub watching football and, although he knew he'd promised to come over to collect his stuff, it never once occurred to him to give me a call.

He looks ill. He's one of nature's whippets, always very slender, but he is skin and bone. There are more tests to be done, but he looks terrible. I doubt he's eating well (left to his own devices, he'd eat nothing but KitKats) and his fridge was full of beer but not much else.

After looking round his living room, it was obvious that the furniture he wanted (two big dressers) won't fit anywhere, even though he thought they would. We agreed I could give them away. So I've printed off a couple of pictures of them and will head down to the charity shops in Chingford to see which one will collect them. They're really good quality pieces, and I know I can't be arsed to sell them myself, so I'd rather a charity benefitted from whatever they can sell them for.