“I know, that’s why two weeks away from it all will do you some good – it’ll do both of us some good.”

“But the roses are parched.”

“Doris can water them. She said she’d pop by on Tuesday.”

“That won’t be enough if this dry spell keeps up,” he said, his brow creased in a frown of concern for his beloved garden.

“Darling, it’s alright. Doris will be round the following Thursday too. Honestly, you may be organized at work but if it wasn’t for me the house would fall apart.”

“I know, my love, thank you.” His fears finally put to rest, Harry relaxed and slumped back in the seat. His wife smiled at him and touched his hand affectionately.

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