I was covered in paint, sweary and sweaty... Tired.
My phone binged with a text.
It wasn't meant for my eyes but it gave me a clue.
I heard a muffled phone conversation as I rolled and rolled the paint.
A few minutes later my sweetheart stood next to me, plans made for a dinner in the city at a hard to get in to French Restaurant.
A surprise (sort of ;) )
One hour to depaint myself in the shower and get as presentable as I get.
No time to read reviews, do my hair, fuss about clothes...
And a totally perfect evening unfolded .. Seats at the bar of a very Parisienne place, a glass of bubbly, pate, outstanding duck confit salad, creme brûlée.
Time to chat.
An hour or two away from our world.
I felt like I had a vacation.
I felt loved.