Five years. That’s how long you and Simon have been together, dating after retirement. He proposed last year, tonight would be your first official anniversary.

And yet you sat at home, ready to go. Simon wasn’t to be found. He had mentioned going to Soaps briefly, but when were their meets ever brief? They always ended up at a bar of some sort.

As it appeared now, the drunken ex-solider stumbling in your doorway proved your suspicions you hoped to avoid.

He forgot.