Bang! The door slammed closed with a force that made the frame shake.

'Where the hell have you been?'� Irene shouted at Dave.

Dave felt as if he had been physically slapped in the face. He had just walked in from work. He felt himself tense up, clench his fists and pull his shoulders up.

'Working bloody hard, earning the dosh that your going to blow on some useless crap again'�.

'Oh, here we go again. Harping on about that damn dress. Just once I wanted to wear something nice, something that made me feel special, something that made me feel like a woman. Its not like you ever take me anywhere nice anymore, not that you ever did. All you care about is your flippin motorbike. You spend more money on that than you do on me'�.

Dave watched as Irene flopped onto the sofa and started to cry, here shoulders shaking up and down as the sobs shook through her body.

'You stupid bloody woman. Whats this all about? All I did was come home from work'�.

'Don't lie to me, you've been down the pub. I can smell it on your breathe'�.

'Couple of pints with the lads. So what? I think I have that right after sweating in that stinkin factory all day'�. As the last word rolled from his mouth his nose sent him a warning message. It was roast beef. It wasn't Sunday, thats when they normally had good food. Oh crap!
'Its our ANNIVERSARY'�.

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