Friday June 25th BNTN
Nikki had taken another week off. She had told Leo she was staying with a girlfriend. Harry remembered Leo being very particular about that as he had passed the message on.
How he missed her! He even wished she were around to give him a tongue lashing about his choice of jumper or scrubs or anything. Anything was better than this silence. She had told him once that the only thing she feared was 'him not talking to her.' Well now it was his turn to be on the receiving end.
He left work promptly and without consciously realising it, drove over to her flat. He rang the land line from his mobile to make sure she wasn't home and then let himself in with the spare key, he still had. He wasn't quite sure why he was there. Was he such a sad old git that snooping about in her flat would reduce the pain that her absence was causing. Or was he hoping to find something. Evidence of doctors appointments, or perhaps a discarded pregnancy test.
What he did find was an atrocious mess. He thought at first she had been burgled, but then closer inspection led him to the conclusion that no house work had been done for weeks. She couldn't come back to this mess and with that he started work. He put the bedclothes in the washing machine and started on the washing up. Well he thought, it made a change from bringing her chocolate or coffee.
Saturday Morning June 26th
Hangover? None, he'd spent 3 hours working on her flat and collapsed into bed on his return home.
Bed? Empty and probably in need of a wash too.
Work? He needed something to keep his mind occupied, he hoped the Saturday killer Sudoku would live up to it's name.
Run? He'd had more exercise cleaning Nikki's flat than any run would give him, so that could pass.
Mood? Resigned he would just have to wait for her to come back. He hadn't found out anything from tidying her stuff except that remarkably for someone living on her own, she possessed 28 different mugs.