I took a sip of cappuccino and rela

I took a sip of cappuccino and relaxed in the first-class seat of the Eurostar train as it sped towards Paris.


When I had got home from work the night before I'd found a note from Sandra on the kitchen table. It said that she needed to get away for a few days and would come back later in the week.


She'd done the same thing several times during our twenty-two years of marriage. When she got fed up with things at home she would pack a bag and go, but she always cameback when she was ready.


We had been having a few problems recently, and I had to admit that our relationship had got a bit boring since our youngest daughter had left for university.
After re-reading Sandra's note, it suddenly occurred to me that the following day would be exactly 25 years since Sandra and I first met in Paris. We had always celebrated this date together, but this time she had obviously decided to spend it away from me.


I couldn't really blame her. I'd been working such long hours that we barely saw each other. When we did have some time together, I was usually so exhausted that I simply fell asleepin front of the TV.
I suddenly felt I had to go to Paris on the anniversary of our first meeting. On my own, perhaps, I would be able to see things more clearly.


I decided to catch the first Eurostar train the next morning. Soon after the train arrived at the Gare du Nord in Paris, unsure of where I was going, I bought a ticket and went straight down to the Metro. As the train rushed through the black tunnel, I found my mind going back to that day, 25 years before.


I'd been working in the Paris branch of a London based mercha.nt bank. I remember it was a beautiful spring day and I'd decided to spend my lunch break in the Tuileries gardens. I had bought a baguette and some cold meat and found myself a bench next to a pool.


I'd only been there a few minutes when a gorgeous young lady came up and asked if she could join me. She had a thermos flask of coffee and a bag of fresh fruit.


We sat on the bench, shared our lunch and chatted for ages. Her name was Sandra and she was working in Paris as a nanny. We fell in love, and eventually married three years later in London.


I paused at the gates of the gardens, wishing that Sandra was with me. I eventually went through the gates and walked along the path past the same green trees, statues and flowerbeds.


When I arrived at the pool I saw that the bench was still there. It was empty, so I went over and sat down. I took the food out of the bag, tore off a piece of the baguette and began toeat. Suddenly I heard a woman's voice behind me.


"May I join you?" it said. Startled, I turned around. In disbelief, I watched as my wife, holding a thermos flask of coffee and a large bag of fruit, came round and sat next to me.
She looked wonderful. She'd had her hair done and was wearing a floral print dress.
"Sandra!" I exclaimed.
"I was hoping you'd come, Bill," she smiled.

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Я взяв sip, капучіно і пом'якшені в першокласних сидіння поїзд Eurostar, як вона прискорили Парижем.Коли я був повернувся додому з роботи на ніч, перш ніж я б знайшли записку від Сандра на кухонному столі. Він сказав, що вона необхідно виїхати на кілька днів і хотів би повернутися в кінці тижня.Вона зробила те ж саме кілька разів під час нашої двадцяти двох років шлюбу. Коли вона набридло речі в будинку, вона б упакувати мішок і йти, але вона завжди cameback коли вона була готова.Ми мали були проблеми кілька недавно, і мені довелося визнати, що наші відносини мали отримали трохи нудною, оскільки наші молодшою дочкою покинули університету.Прочитавши повторно Сандра, Примітка, раптом мені спало на думку що наступного дня буде рівно 25 років з Сандрою і я вперше зустрілися в Парижі. Ми завжди святкували цю дату разом, але на цей раз, вона явно вирішили провести його від мене.Я не можу звинувачувати її. Я працюю такі довгі години, що ми ледве бачили один одного. Коли ми мали деякий час разом, я зазвичай був так змучений, що я просто впав asleepin перед Телевізором.Я раптом відчув, що мені довелося їхати в Париж з ювілеєм нашу першу зустріч. Від себе можливо, я б бути в змозі бачити речі більш ясно.Я вирішив, щоб зловити першого поїздів Eurostar на наступний ранок. Незабаром після того, як потяг прибув Gare du Nord в Парижі, впевнені, куди я йду, я купив квиток і пішли прямо на метро. Як поїзд кинулися в чорному тунелі, я знайшов мій погляд, повертаючись до того дня, 25 років тому.I'd been working in the Paris branch of a London based mercha.nt bank. I remember it was a beautiful spring day and I'd decided to spend my lunch break in the Tuileries gardens. I had bought a baguette and some cold meat and found myself a bench next to a pool.I'd only been there a few minutes when a gorgeous young lady came up and asked if she could join me. She had a thermos flask of coffee and a bag of fresh fruit.We sat on the bench, shared our lunch and chatted for ages. Her name was Sandra and she was working in Paris as a nanny. We fell in love, and eventually married three years later in London.I paused at the gates of the gardens, wishing that Sandra was with me. I eventually went through the gates and walked along the path past the same green trees, statues and flowerbeds.When I arrived at the pool I saw that the bench was still there. It was empty, so I went over and sat down. I took the food out of the bag, tore off a piece of the baguette and began toeat. Suddenly I heard a woman's voice behind me."May I join you?" it said. Startled, I turned around. In disbelief, I watched as my wife, holding a thermos flask of coffee and a large bag of fruit, came round and sat next to me.She looked wonderful. She'd had her hair done and was wearing a floral print dress."Sandra!" I exclaimed."I was hoping you'd come, Bill," she smiled.