Wife was having a tough day yesterday, what with her lad and the England debacle, and now he's going on his travels a couple of weeks early.
I noticed her bottom lip going a couple of times, so I joined her in a glass of wine at the kitchen table (whilst my '80s synth pop 12" mix played upstairs) and let her unload.
5 glasses later we were watching Billy Connolly on Parkinson and the half-light of the flickering TV highlighted and revealed her smiling.
My head hurts today though.