Every morning we strolled up Lexington to eat pancakes in Scotties Diner and every evening around eight we fell into bed exhausted but serenely happy. I snored only once when H’s fatalistic nature critically reviewed the number of new purchases in my case and I dreamt of irate customs officers – Apparently it seems I sleep talk too. But slowly, very slowly thoughts of home and a forgotten past were overtaken by selfish pleasures.
Five days later, I arrived home to a pristinely clean house, two ecstatically smiling children and a used to be garage, now as yet undefined decked area, filled to bursting with empty beer and sundry booze bottles and a reasonably healthy bank account.
The experiment, it seemed, was working and one day in early January I would wake into the familiar comfort of home look in the mirror and smile at my reflection.