Wounds re-opened

I came home from work to find Philippa in tears. 
She’d been on top of the world last night but the rollercoaster was back in the trough today I guess. She said she’d sat around at home on her own and kept thinking how sick she is of constantly switching houses, and how exciting it was that we’d both agreed on our little plan for life in Suffolk and beyond, and how horrible it is that it seems to have been snatched away from us, and how unfair it all is.
I didn’t know what to do so I offered to take her out for a meal, but she said “How can I be seen out with my eyes like a panda that’s been boxing?”
I assume that statement means a lot more to female readers than male ones.
Anyway, we compromised on a takeaway and a bottle of wine, and Philippa ordered a LOT of food, which is a sure-fire sign that she’s very, very unhappy.

RC 26-5-14