It didn’t seem monotonous to him, especially now he had his Murray M17-42 variator drive garden ride on tractor, aka the mother of all mowers. He could go up and down that lawn all day, and if it meant another hour’s peace then that could only been seen as a fortuitous consequence. Perhaps it was unfair, but out here he could at least forget about what was waiting for him indoors.

She watched him go back and forth on that stupid green mower, back and forth and back and forth. How much she yearned to make him a cup of tea and take it to him. Such a simple thing, the little things you do for each other to show you care. The little things that she could no longer do, all she could do was watch.