Don't worry, I don't really throw plates, although I admit I have thrown books and cups, and Andy threw a glass at me once years and years ago, which shattered and then the glass cut my foot.
He never did it again; he was so apologetic, and I decided to get a handle on my too Greek emotions and became more moderate after that. I tried to be more English in the following years, but wasn't quite English enough.
Now I hardly ever get angry and when I do, I just withdraw, rather than fighting.
It's better, more moderate - but I just let him have his way the majority of the time and don't feel terribly powerful. I'd rather that and have my M, though.
