A few short days ago they voted for each other in the favourite housemate task but now all is not well between Lydia and Adam. Earlier, as most the housemates basked in the garden, Lydia whispered the details of her discomfort to Deana in the kitchen.

The ladies were being very hush-hush but using our mad Sherlock skills we figured out what was afoot. Lydia was making Deana guess the name of the person she wished to discuss. "'A' but not Arron don't say his name!" hissed Lyds.

Subject identity established, it was time to reveal the crime. Apparently, several days ago he-who-shalt-not-be-named made a salty remark to Lydia as she lay on the couch. Now she feels physically uncomfortable when he's around.

"Adam but he's gay!" replied Deana, mistaking Adam for Scott. There's been a lot of hair-dyeing lately. Perhaps she was high on the fumes.

"Is he like that with the other girls?" asked Deana.

"No, I think he's got a bit of thing. Sometimes when you have a fiancé or boyfriend you're more attractive because you're unobtainable."

As they talked, the man of the moment appeared. "Don't say anything!" stage whispered, Lydia. A profoundly awkward moment followed, with Adam - whose ears must have been burning - hanging at one end of the table while the girls gave their best impressions of acting naturally.

No sooner had he left then they resumed their chatter. It wasn't long before they were interrupted again, this time by Chris.

"It wasn't me, was it?" asked the ever-paranoid bailiff.

"It's always you Chris," bantered Deana. And with that it was time for a play fight.