“You forgot, didn’t you?” Leanne’s hands were on her hips, her head tilted. It was her favourite position when she was about to launch into a prize rant. “Sorry, love, I ran out of cash and the new cards haven’t arrived yet.” “Did you chase the bank?” “…No.” “Why didn’t you ask me for some more?” He shrugged and didn’t feel like he could say it was because he’d been trying to keep out of her way. She’d been prickly since she came home on the Friday night and he wasn’t certain he could do or say anything that wouldn’t make it worse. “Oh, bloody hell, Sam! I ask you to get one thing – and it was alcoholic – and you still forgot!” “It was this bump on the head!” he said, following his wife out of the dining room and into the kitchen. “I’ve been all over the place this week.” “Give it a rest. You’ve only got that bump because you were off your face with Dave.” “I was only at the pub because you were out. Again.” “So it’s my fault you had so much you can’t even remember where you left your wallet?”
