I can’t believe they’ve double-booked our table,’ I grumble, leaving behind the toastiness of the restaurant for the nippy evening air.
Simon trails behind, embarrassed that I had made a scene.
‘It’s just one of those things,’ he soothes, as we step out on to the street. But his attempts to placate me dissipate amid the throng of revellers and late-night shoppers.
I shove my hands into my pockets and start walking towards the taxi rank. I’d been looking forward to this night for weeks. Simon and I haven’t spent much time together lately and I was starting to worry that we might be drifting apart.
His job as an architect often takes him away for days at a time, and I’m growing tired of spending my evenings watching comedy reruns while balancing a ready meal on my lap. I had thought that tonight would be the first step in repairing our jaded relationship. Now the evening has been ruined before it even had a chance to begin.
Perhaps it’s a sign.
‘We could try the cinema?’ Simon suggests. ‘I think they are still showing that romcom you were talking about.’
‘I don’t want to go to the cinema! I want to spend our wedding anniversary
