Laurie

'Close your eyes!'

I'm in the kitchen making dinner (Tuna Niçoise) when Oscar comes home after his usual three-night run to Brussels. He sounds cheerful for once, and I feel a wave of relief crash through me. Things have grown progressively more tense between us; there's still no sign of Oscar's promised full-time return to London, and we've been trying for a baby for almost six months now without success. Not that that's so massively unusual, especially when you throw in the fact that we're sometimes in different countries at the optimum time for conception. Yes, I know all about these things now.

'Are you sure? I'm holding a kitchen knife,' I laugh, laying it down and doing as he's asked.

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