Jack woke up with a killer hangover after attending his firm's Christmas
Party.
He didn't even remember how he got home. It's 8.30.
What day is it? Thursday. His wife must have gone to work.
As he struggled into consciousness through the fog of a pounding
headache,
his stomach plummeted as he wondered what the hell he did last night.
He forced himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a
couple
of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table.
And, next to them, a little vase of sweet peas, freshly picked from the
garden.
He sat up. The bedroom was clean and tidy, - there was no trail of
drunkenly
abandoned clothes, fresh air was coming in through the window and all was
serene. He stumbled to the bathroom, also pristine, and, squinting
gingerly
into the mirror, saw that he had a black eye.
This was not a good sign, but no memories were returning.
As he concentrated hard on getting the world into focus, he saw a post-it
note stuck on the corner of the mirror.
It was written in red, with little hearts on it and a kiss from his wife.
'I'll ring your office and tell them you won't be in today.
Breakfast is in the oven. Try to eat something and go back to bed for the
morning.
There's snooker on TV this afternoon. Take it easy today, hope your eye
doesn't hurt too much. See you tonight.
I love you, darling! Love, Jillian. x '
He stumbled to the kitchen and sure enough, there was hot breakfast,
steaming hot coffee and the newspaper.
His teenaged son was sitting at the table, eating.
Jack, bracing himself, asked his son what happened the previous night.
'Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind.
You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the
hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.'
Confused, he asked his son, 'So, why is everything in such perfect order,
aspirins by the bed, a nice note from Mum and breakfast waiting for me?'
His son replied, 'Oh THAT!... Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when
she
tried to take your trousers off, you screamed, 'Leave me alone you
slapper,
I'm married!!'
Broken Coffee Table £250
Hot Breakfast £3.50
Two Aspirins 20p
Saying the right thing, at the right time......PRICELESS
