I'm going to be moving into a new house shortly, finally getting away from the memories that have plagued me in my current place.

Well, I say "plagued"... I haven't really thought about it much actually. To be quite honest, I'm surprised at myself. I don't miss Emma at all. Since she has left I've found myself realising just how totally screwed up our relationship was, and in a way how screwed up she was.

I probably shouldn't say stuff like that, because she'll probably read it and get angry at me for putting stuff like that online. But I don't really care anyway, so it evens itself out.

My life has never been better. I've actually got a life now. I haven't particularly changed at all, I still lead what most people would consider to be a fairly boring life. I don't drink very often, I don't do drugs, I don't go out clubbing and pubbing.

But I still have a full and active life, much more so than when I was tied down in the throes of holy matrimony. I've taken up bell target shooting and have joined a local team. Every Tuesday night myself and my brother Bob play for the team and so far we're doing pretty well. Bob has just bought a rifle to use for it (an Anschutz 2002) and I'll most likely get one myself at some point once I've raised the cash.

So may I take this opportunity to thank my ex-wife for leaving me. It's given me a whole new outlook on life, and frankly my life has never felt so good.