Chapter FourAnn had been hunched over the kitchen table for two hours now. Her back was aching and her fingers were sore.
“Have a break,” her husband Jon suggested, as he finished off ironing his sports t-shirt.
Ann nodded, closed her books with a resounding bang and pushed away her writing pad. She watched as her pen rolled across the table, coming to stop at the edge of a crystal vase full of beautiful, multi coloured flowers. They were a present from Jon, not for anything in particular, just a plain you are my wife and I love you type of token. The romantic that he was, had picked them up while doing the weekly shop, while Ann had been tucked up in bed, snoozing under a warm, winter duvet.
“You're so good,” Ann said quietly.
Jon grinned, “I'm getting better at ironing, I'm down to t
