V’s being very nice at the moment. In fact, this has been so since last weekend. I’m not sure why.

The week before, I would be lucky to get a reply to my “Hi” when he walked through the door of an evening. I made coffee every morning; washed up every night – until Thursday night when, because it had been a hard week at work, I just couldn’t be bothered. The following morning, I made tea, for myself only as V doesn’t really like tea.

On the Saturday morning, he didn’t make coffee when he got up, as he usually did. I asked “Are you angry with me or something?”. Apparently not.

But then, from Sunday onwards, it has been a completely different story. If I haven’t had time to do the washing up in the evening I find, later, it’s been done and coffee has been sorted, ready for the morning.

Just today, after he had been out getting some sort of shopping, he came back and we had a conversation just like nothing had been happening for the last couple of months! It was nice. It’s how I hope it will always be, although I guess there will be times where it will be like it was last week.