While your up can you do me a favour I ask,fully aware that behind the kitchen door Amy is letting out a heavy sigh

But I can hear the kettle and I to

She might not be throwing herself In front of a train or running through fire or walking across broken glass but she absolutely hates making tea

And she does it anyway

Running through fire that's all about you "oh look at me I love you aren't I a hero but doing something you don't want to do just to make someone else happy even for a second ,not just today but the next day and the day after that

That's marriage and that's why she's the greatest thing there is

The living room door swing open and there she is mug of tea in one hand, glass of red wine in the other and a face full of fury

It's a habit , a ritual scored by the sound of settling but every routine has a satisfying sense of closure and as Amy sits down bringing the red wine close to her lips I say "(inhales) oh this is awkward. I actually wanted coffee..."