Angrily I threw my suitcase into the corner, only to be greeted with an ominous crack from within. Damnit, now I need to fix my laptop as well! Now even angrier I kicked the bedpost. It reminded me of them having sex on it.

The phone rang with a chirpy tune. Knowing the ring tone, I bashed the stop button and with trembling hands fumbled for the off switch. Not NOW ! I threw the phone against the wall where it shattered into a thousand pieces. shit, another thing to fix!

My eye caught the picture of us on the mantelpiece. I grabbed the fireplace poker and attacked the glass. It smashed to the floor. I kicked it – hard

The poker in hand I ran out the door, slashing as I went. His brand new Lexus was parked in the driveway. I drove the poker through the tyres, into the windscreen, through the leather. I clambered onto the roof and maliciously pushed the poker through.

My foot slipped off and I crunched hard onto my ankle, the instant pain driving the image of my best friend and my wife from my brain.