PShe woke groggily, the need to continue sleeping over took her, but he wasn't going to give in so easily, he looked at her, leaned in to sniff and lick her face all the while his tail wagged furiously. He loved mornings, he was so excited that it was a new day, she sighed and chuckled inwardly, sliding her legs out of bed. 

She padded downstairs, actually it was a beautiful morning, not too warm as it was getting to the end of summer now, there was dew on the grass and a dampness in the air that is never there during the midsummer. After feeding him she sat at the table ready to drink her coffee, the caffeine will bring her round and chase the sleepiness away. She checked in on Facebook, what had her friends across the Atlantic been up to whilst she slept, post after post of fitness, food and wellbeing tips and tricks were there, she groaned inwardly, she wanted that lifestyle, but like so many of the population she couldn't quite make it happen consistantly. Today would be a tough day for staying on track... It was August Bank Holiday today, a day off work and a day to be with her husband.

She heard him stir upstairs as he headed for the bathroom and she turned the kettle on to make him his morning cup of tea, he was already sat up in bed when she appeared in the bedroom, he smiled in greeting at her, she smiled back as she placed the cup on the bedside table. He took this for granted. How many other men were brought a cup or tea every morning in bed she wondered, she didn't mind though, it was just part of the routine they had created, the routine that meant they were a team, always working together, pulling together against the outside world. Her husband, her rock.