I boarded my husband's private jet and his secretary was in my seat, feeding him peeled orange. His mother told me to be considerate. I stepped off. Then the crew asked whether I wanted the flight cancelled.

He has said one thing to me in nine months that I have kept, and it was on a telephone, in the June, at about ten at night.

He rang in the June and said: you could have just told me it was your plane.

And I said: you could have asked, once, in two years.

And he said nothing for a while.

Four seconds, maybe five, on a telephone, which from that man is an eternity.

And then he said fair, and that is the most honest exchange of our entire marriage, and it took nine years and a lawyer to produce it.

His mother and I have not spoken in nine months.

The guarantee stands. I have not moved against it and I am not going to.

Several people have pointed out, correctly, that I could end that woman's financial life in about four weeks with two phone calls.