Monday morning arrives quickly, but not quick enough for Ellie, who’s already awake, downstairs, and making breakfast for herself and Jack.
‘Jack! Come on, get up and shower.’ shouts Ellie, after she hears a rumble from above before what sounds like movement towards the bathroom.
Ellie has both breakfasts cooked by the time Jack makes it downstairs into their kitchen, still rubbing his head with a hand towel in an attempt at drying his hair.
‘Jack, I need to have a word with you,’ says Ellie, with just one thing on her mind.
‘Can’t it wait until tonight, love?’ replies Jack, putting his towel over the back of Ellie’s chair, and seemingly in quite a good mood following his late night last night. ‘We’ll talk tonight, sweetheart, I promise,’ he continues, looking around for his breakfast.
