Days of reflection and pleasure at Hampton Court are not working out quite as I expected. Do I ask too much of my husband that he spend some time with me during the day? I think not. He has been locked in conference for three hours today and joined me only when I sent for him with a message that it was a matter of some importance.
“I remain uninformed of the nature of this important matter,” Philip says stiffly.
“I just want you with me,” I tell him. “Is it too much to ask?”
I sit on the stone seat watching and listening to the waterfall as it cascades down. Thin sunshine brightens the day but there is an early spring chill in the air. I try to smile reassuringly but Philip has a face like thunder. I tell him I have missed him these past 18 months or so and crave his company.
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