It was their routine to go to a local café for breakfast, buying the weekend newspapers on the way. They ordered the same things almost every week: a large fry-up for Mark, poached eggs on toast for Susan. Coffee for both. They pored over the newspapers as they ate, swopping titbits as they read, then swopping sections. They laughed at the crazy news, shook their heads at the state of the economy.
Ummm if this is a failing marriage...im scarec cause this seems likea perfect day!
