Good morning to you! Enough jokes now to last the Christmas period, I think, and here's your Message for today.
The white wine was warm.
She could see how cross it made him. He beckoned for the waiter immediately. ‘Ridiculous,’ he shouted.
‘Please,’ she whispered, ‘can’t you leave it just today? I know it’s annoying but this is our anniversary.’
‘Exactly. That’s why everything needs to be perfect.’
She could feel the panic rise in her chest, just like it did at home when he’d come back from work and start to criticise. Why were the children still up? Why were their bags littered round the hall? Why was everything such a mess? Why couldn’t she make more of an effort. Why? Why? WHY?
He was thumping the bottle on the table now in an effort to gain attention. She looked down at her plate, not wanting to catch his eye in case he started on her.
‘All I ask for,’ he shouted, ‘is an evening out with you where nothing goes wrong for once. A chilled glass of wine, some pleasant conversation, no stress. Do you have any idea of how stressed I am at work. How tired. Do you?’
She shook her head. Why couldn’t she have checked the wine first, popped into the restaurant that afternoon to make sure everything was perfect for him? She was such a fool not to anticipate this. She’d spoilt everything now.
‘I could swear that waiter’s avoiding me deliberately,’ he said, waving his hands wildly.
She looked up then, caught the eye of the woman sitting at the next table who smiled sympathetically.
Maybe it was that smile which finally gave her the courage to stand up and pour her glass of white wine all over him.
Then she floated out of the restaurant, curtseying left and right to thunderous applause, as light as a bubble in a fine clear glass.