Green fingers...

"John, are you downstairs?", she shouted.

No reply. Still wrapped in just her towel she wandered downstairs. No sign of him, 'where the hell is he?'.

She made her way to the back of the house and spotted him heading down the garden with a wheelbarrow. She shook her head in despair. If he wasn't in front of his PC he was in the fucking garden. It was as if he was trying to avoid or even alienate her. Still shaking her head she turned and walked back to the kitchen.

As she passed the hall someone knocked at the front door. That would be her friend Louise from next door, she'd asked to borrow a dress when Doe bumped into her on the way a bit earlier. She ran a hand quickly through her hair and headed for the door still steaming inside.