Maizie ties her robe around her waist. She's alone again. Her husband, Bob, is in parliament in Sydney. She sighs. It's tough for her to be away from her husband. She knows it's important for him to be at the parliament, but she misses him greatly. She begins to make herself a cup of tea and grabs an apple from the fridge. She hears the kettle boil behind her and she pours the hot water over her Earl Grey tea bag. She hears keys being jingled and placed in the front door lock. Maizie hopes it isn't her daughter, Marie, coming in late again. That's been happening much more frequently since Bob went to Sydney. She hears a thump in the front hall and goes to investigate. There stands Bob looking tired and dishevelled. He's clearly just put his suitcase down. "Bob!" Maizie cries in amazement. "You weren't supposed to be home until this weekend." She hugs him tightly when she reaches him. They're a very demonstrative couple.
"I presented my bill to parliament and I decided to come home early. I missed you. They'll inform me if my bill passes." Bob says as he sinks onto the stairs.
"Sweetheart, you look exhausted. Why don't we go up to bed? I haven't been sleeping well either. I'll write Billy and Marie a note to let them know they'll have to fend for themselves for breakfast." Maizie says as she picks up a notepad and a pen and scrawls a short note to her kids.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'm exhausted physically and mentally." Bob says as he picks up his suitcase and begins to climb the stairs.
Maizie follows Bob up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom. Bob drops his bag on the floor and then goes into the closet and pulls out a fresh pair of pyjamas. He changes slowly and drops his clothes on the bench at the end of the bed. He gets into bed just in time to see Maizie drop her robe and climb into bed next to him. Her body is warm against his and as they settle into the duvet Bob puts his arm around Maizie's waist. Maizie cuddles against Bob's strong chest. She's happy.