Wouldn't it be lovely if I was writing a blog today about modelling, instead of bitching? Ahh who am I kidding, we all love this stuff!

Readers, I have grappled - grappled I tell you - with a decision. How best to describe the little situation I witnessed in the house this week without injecting my usual caustic take on matters. I've decided to graciously restrain (a first!) and describe this as diplomatically as possible... think of me as Switzerland, only without the clogs. Neutral. Leaving you to cast your own verdicts.

There I was, chatting away with Kassie and Hannah, when I "innocently" raised the fact there was still quite a bit of tension in the house. Well, pass the can opener, the worms were literally squirming to get loose!

Kassie, who was obviously hurt about being in the Bottom 3, began a tirade about "some people" who didn't try as hard as others in challenges... in fact, they didn't take part at all. Hmm, given that Sara was the only one who didn't participate in a challenge this week, my brilliant powers of deduction managed to decipher who Kassie was cryptically talking about.

And just as she got on a roll, ranting about how unfair things are, who walks into the kitchen to prepare some breakfast? You guessed it, Sara. (Hannah was still close by so my relief was palpable when Sara didn't start munching down on weetbix again. OMG I would not have been able to deal with that as well!)

There's Sara, less than a few metres away, and there's Kassie, throwing out statements like, "I have said who I want to go next week and I will say it on camera too – I hope all of Queensland votes her out and my home state gets behind me." And this; "I have no doubt in my mind that the people who I don't want here will go. I will just be myself and say how I feel whenever I feel it."

And while Sara cleaned her dishes, Kassie popped this pearler out; "I just like people who are normal, nice and have normal feelings and can think for themselves. I was there for one girl when she was there in the Bottom 3. I comforted her and she turned around and backstabbed me. We are all here for a competition – not to make friends."

I was about to grab a knife to attempt to cut the tension that was so thick I was starting to suffocate, when Sara finally left the room. Having also witnessed the awkward moment, Shanina shot me a look and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘See?' I sighed and asked Kassie what exactly she wanted to happen next. "I was the one who was downstairs after the first night crying, saying how much I wanted everyone to get along!" she said. "Well, do you think the things you just said about "someone" who was obviously Sara, right in front of her, helps achieve this goal?" I asked, oh-so-Switzerlandishly. Kassie couldn't help herself – she let a little smile flash on her face and admitted, "No, probably not," before defending herself and saying it takes two to tango and she knows she isn't a bitch.

I am not so sure Sara wants to be busting out those tango dance moves. As Kassie went upstairs to get dressed, I managed to dodge the giant elephant that had taken up residence in the room and ask her how she was doing. "When I walk past the kitchen and hear her sulking and bitching about me, it goes straight in one ear and out the other," she said, cool as a cucumber. "I am mature enough to know that the things she says are absolutely irrelevant to the competition - she is bringing so much emotion into a professional business. I think you need to disconnect yourself from other people's problems.

"When you have a problem with someone else, the right thing to do is either keep that opinion to yourself, or confront them to their face," Sara continued. "There has been a lot of ‘he said, she said' and I am completely against that."

As she was wrapping up our chat, Kassie joined Hannah in the living room and the two of them danced on top of the couch to the blaring music Kassie had just put on – Kanye West's ‘Stronger'. "Now that don't kill me, can only make me stronger!" Kassie sung loudly as Sara glanced over and then said to me, "Apart from Kassie, I don't have a problem with anyone. What they say and do is their business. At the end of the day, if someone is making a mistake it is only going to disadvantage themselves, no one else."

Just as I was feeling the throes of an intense tension migraine coming on, there was one more explosion to be had. Luke, with an evil glint in his eye and cheeky grin on his dial, threw Hannah's beloved teddy bear in the pool. Hannah discovered it and devastated, immediately believed her nemesis Lucas was to blame. Insert screaming, accusations and a tirade of abuse.

"How am I going to get to sleep tonight?" Hannah wailed as Lucas rolled his eyes. She explained she needs the teddy because her boyfriend gave it to her and it smells like him – so helps her drift off into the land of slumber. Meanwhile, Luke was sitting pretty, watching the arguments fly.

I decided now was the time to exit. I was exhausted!

*Scared about who's going home next!*
Scout x