Early morning dishwasher advice

I hear that clattering and pattering down stairs,
The early morning ritual of unpacking the dishwasher is in full swing.
You stand bent over, sorting out the cutlery
Your white dressing gown a shroud and that familiar blond hair a halo.

‘Morning darling… tea?’ and so as the kettle boils to the soundtrack of radio four we sit and chat,

Putting the world to rights, you dishing out advice whilst cleaning the work surfaces and me lamenting over my latest relationship drama, or nursing a hangover from the night before.

You stand and laugh, you smile that oh so knowing smile, having been there, done that and got the t-shirt…
I sit brushing away a tear and break into a smile,
the familiar beeps on the radio usher in the news headlines
and the thumping of footsteps down the stairs signals that the rest of the house is awake.

A sacred twenty minutes, where it’s just you, me, radio four and a cup of tea.