Today had been the most stressful day of the year before the summer break and I'd been non stop complaining to Tim about small annoyances.
In hindsight he'd been very patient with me, allowing me to vent and to take out my frustration on his habits that never usually bothered me.
I questioned him as to why he stayed in bed so late when if he went to bed earlier he could get up earlier and get more done. I nagged him for leaving his boxer shorts on the bathroom floor when he had taken a shower. I'd stomped around the flat when there was no milk for a cup of tea and blamed him for it entirely.
He'd gone out with some friends and I became annoyed yet again when I found the damn cat of his tearing apart some paperwork because it was bored.
More than anything I was aggravated when I had gone to buy milk, come home and laid out the mug with the tea bag before moving the box Tim had left on the counter. He was always leaving odd things laying around. I did a double take when I saw his small and neatly formed letters addressing me.
'Ivo, I hope you aren't as stressed now. Save me a bite, I love you x.'
I opened it to find two scones with jam and cream on them like the ones we would eat at the coast.
They tasted delicious. And I felt awful.