It was the Sunday before they were due to go for their romantic week away in the woods, Angel had just come in from work after doing an extra shift over the weekend and fell onto the sofa, feet aching and drained.
She had just finished taking her shoes off, putting her feet up on the coffee table and switching the TV on to find some mindless rubbish, when Simon came in, dropping a glass of wine into her hand and a tray with some cheese and crackers into the other.
“Long day?” He asked and was met by a groan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he responded with a chuckle.
After a while of flicking through channel after channel they concluded on the millionth rerun of an episode of Big Bang. Not far through the second episode a second glass was empty, and the crackers were nothing but a few crumbs left on the plate.
“I’m going to get changed,” Angel announced, heading for the stairs.
Grabbing the comfiest pyjamas from her draw she could find, consisting of a pair of thin shorts and a woolly pull over top, quickly changing before sitting at the dressing table to run a brush through her hair and take off her make up.