Why was it that it always rained on Bank Holiday Monday’s? It was like some law had been passed that said no matter what it had to rain on the Mayday Bank holiday, of course it made no difference as everything was now in the house and she only had to start the sorting and unpacking.

She stood leaning on the doorjamb looking at the disorder that was her front room, her hallway, and if she ventured further it would be the same in every room. The kitchen was the only room that didn’t look like a dumpsite for an auction house. She had the stereo on, the first thing she had unpacked as there was no way she could do all this work without music.

That had been one of the problems she mused as she listened to the strains of Bach flowing gently over the room. Her music, she had to have music whatever she was doing, classical for some moods, rock, jazz, dance, country, her tastes were varied and wide. He however had only liked music when he went out, and occasionally when he was in ‘the mood’, which was rare, he disliked rock, thought classical was for ‘old people’ and country was for the Americans. She sometimes wondered how she had stayed with him for six years. And yet she had, they had bought a house together and just drifted along, arguing and fussing about the silliest things, together yet apart.

She wondered how long they would have gone on like that if it hadn’t all come to a head that day over an innocent coffee with a work colleague? The arguing had gone on for two days and finally she had said she couldn’t take it anymore and she didn’t even know why they were still together. He had walked out and then came back and for the next six weeks they had pretended everything was fine, they knew it wasn’t and they stopped and had a long talk, calm and collected, mostly, at the end of which they had agreed it was time to part.

Time passes, life moves on, he had met and moved in with someone new within three months. She had dated, on and off, but apart from the fact that she was in no hurry to give up her freedom and independence just yet, she hadn’t met that special someone, the person that could make her laugh, though she had to admit, finally that staying in the house that she had bought with him had been a mistake, she had given up on finding the ‘right’ guy and found the right home instead.

And so here she was, new house, new town, new job, well that wasn’t quite true, same firm but she had been promoted and after three months of commuting she had found it easier to sell up and move nearer to work. Of course it was just her luck for it to rain the day she had moved, and though she had got away with no muddy dirty footprints on the new carpets, she wouldn’t be able to go out in the garden (One of the things that had sold the house to her) and look at the beautiful view (the other thing that had sold the house) and she had run out of sugar for her coffee, and only had a little milk left, removal men like their tea, apparently!

She sighed and turned back towards the kitchen to place her mug in the sink and carry on with the unpacking, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she didn’t look that bad really, at thirty she still had the smooth skin of a younger woman, green eyes and Auburn hair. Maybe her nose was a little too long. She couldn’t understand why she had never found anyone special, maybe she was a little too fussy, she wanted someone that was different, that would make her laugh. She carried on into the kitchen and as she went she made mental notes of all the little things that needed doing in there to finish it off.

For hours she worked steadily at unpacking and sorting and placing all her belongings where they were supposed to go, she hung curtains and covered cushions, and it was only when she rose from the floor after picking something up and went dizzy that she realised that she hadn’t eaten all day. She made her way in to the kitchen opened the fridge and took out the sandwiches she had made early that morning before leaving the other house, she turned and filled the kettle, and it was only as she reached for a clean mug that she remembered that she had no sugar left, she looked at her watch, just after nine and a bank holiday, there would be no shops open. Ah well she would have to have it without, she reopened the fridge and took out the milk carton, empty, well there was a drop, damn, black sugarless coffee didn’t appeal and she really didn’t want to open the wine or she wouldn’t get anything else done tonight.

A knock at the door made her stop in her tracks, who on earth would possibly be calling, her work colleagues? Unlikely, she made her way to the door wishing she had picked Max up from her friends house instead of leaving him overnight, she never felt uneasy with the big German Shepard about.
She put on the safety chain and opened the door,
“Hi” the guy on the step said smiling “I live next door, just thought you might need these, it being bank holiday and all” and he passed her a bowl with sugar in and a jug with milk in, he then backed off still smiling “fetch them back tomorrow when you’re done” and he was off down the path before she could get the chain off the door.
“Th,thank you” she finally managed to stammer to his retreating back, he just lifted his hand and waved, she closed the door and just stood there, finally registering the pots in her hand, she had been so mesmerised by the blue eyes and the husky voice.

“What are you thinking about?” a husky voice said breaking in to her thoughts, she turned and smiled at the tall man walking across the room to her, those blue eyes still had the power to mesmerise her.
“The day we met” she answered playing with the gold band on her finger “A day like today, a rainy Monday moving day”
“Ah but there is one difference” he said as he placed his arms around her and rubbed the huge mound of her belly.
“Oh what’s that?” she asked laughing
“I made sure we got plenty sugar and milk” he answered as he kissed her