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Brian looked up from his packing.
‘Of course I do. I’ve got a list, see?’ he said, waving a piece of paper in his wife’s face.
‘You’re sure? I don’t want to receive a frantic phone call when you’re two hundred miles away because you forgot something.’
‘Honestly Fran, you worry too much! I’m organised. This conference will be a doddle. I’ve got everything I need for the weekend.’
‘OK then. I’ll leave you to finish up. Fancy a cuppa before you go?’
‘Please. I’ll be right down.’
Whistling softly, he went through his tick list: clean underwear, socks, shirt, toiletries and towel, shoes, polish and brushes. Yep, everything packed. He closed his executive case and set the combination lock.
Fran was seated at the kitchen table with a plate of home made cookies in front of her.
‘For your trip,’ she said. ‘Just in case you forget to stop or begin to feel peckish and can’t.’
Kissing her on the nose, he thanked her and took a bite of out of one her delicious walnut and coffee biscuits.
Half an hour later he was making his way out of the front door. Fran was smiling inanely.
‘What?’ he asked.
‘Nothing. You have everything, right?’
‘Yes! See you Sunday evening around 7.’
The front door closed behind him, but Fran stayed where she was.
Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Brian stood outside.
‘Forgot my keys,’ he said.