"Tha' 'as excellent, luv, " Simon added, pushing himself away from the dinner table after all the guests had left, patting his grown tummy.

You nodded with a grateful smile at his burp, as you put away the dishes which lay scattered on the messy table, left by the guests you invite every Saturday for reunion dinners, usually yours and Simon's retired vet buddies from SAS back in the day.

Simon winced as he stood to his feet, a hand on his belly.

"Think.. I ate too much though, hun." he muttered in discomfort, browsing through the cabinets in search of antacids to soothe his aching gut.