Changing.I noticed a sense of fullness round my stomach and when I looked down myT-shirt was pushed out, my normally boney-thin stomach looking rounde....The rippling was in my fingers and my arms and I realised in a flare ofpanic that I'd finally done it somehow. I'd fucked my brain up but goodfor the last time and now it was splitting apart. This was the lastthing I was going to see before I had an aneurism or something evenworse.But there was no pain. If anything the junkie scratching was. ”“Belinda, you’ve appeared on a few TV shows, including The Inbetweeners but you worked alongside your then-husband Ben Miller on Primeval. Did that contribute to your marriage break-up?”“Yeah, I think it did. I mean, when we were both filming other shows, it didn’t get in the way but we were having problems anyway and so it was just the final straw. But we’re still on good terms, and we’ve got a son to think about, so it’s all civil.”“This show tends to revert around sex for at least two. Right before we headed for our separate rooms, Don asked how I was feeling about last night. “Aside from feeling pretty stupid about getting nicked, I’m fine. I haven’t really had a full night’s sleep since dealing with that Stan fellow, but I don’t feel guilty about feeding the Sergeant to the gators, or about anyone we shot last night. I’ll let you know if I do,” I promised.Waking up in the late afternoon, I was disoriented, wondering briefly why so much light was streaming in through the. He looked a bit uncomfortable about what he was going to tell me.I thought his intention was going to fire me; I was not ready for this”.“And?” Asked my beloved hubby, raising an eyebrow…“Well he sat there and then cleared his throat, like he was going to make a speech. But he finally said he wanted to discuss something with me…something that was a little sensitive; but he was hoping I would react as he wanted me to…I got calm, knowing he was not going to fire me…He said my performance at work.