It was an odd birthday, my wife Donna, who over the last few weeks just went on and on about the surprise she had planned for me, chose to sleep in when the morning finally arrived. In previous years she always made a point to get up early and give me a special sendoff, before the kids woke and I had to leave for work. There was nothing like birthday sex to send me happily off, but this year, simply got up, got dressed, fixed my lunch and then headed off to work, just as if it was just any sort of day.
“If you don’t like the idea of me being home late again, you can always come along and help me.” said Mary with a pout.
“You must be kidding!” I responded to my wife, “I’m completely wiped out by the time I finish work, the last thing I want to do is to start helping you with your trade fair exhibition!”