Men I've Loved Before: An unputdownable tale of modern-day marriage

‘Wait, wait right there.’ Neil ran into the kitchen and immediately returned with a glass of red wine. He handed it to Nat and instructed, ‘Go upstairs, have a bath, dinner will be ready in forty minutes. No arguments. ’

On Wednesdays the pair of them always went to the local Italian and then it was back to Thursdays.

Thursday nights were independent nights. Friday nights were for curries and watching the box. Saturdays were for dinner parties and restaurants with friends, Sundays, a trip to the movies. Mondays and Tuesdays were quiet nights in (often Nat would stay late at work or bring stuff home, Neil would play video games).

She was relieved to find that the house was awash with delicious smells of roast chicken and the distinct aromas of garlic, feta and tomatoes baking. She knew at once that Neil must be preparing her favourite supper, Greek chicken.