For weeks, Paddy had planned to take Fionnuala for a romantic evening of maritime vigil, without the kids.
Hand in hand, they would stare at the sea, savouring every minute of isolation from the rest of society.
This was costing him a small fortune in baby-sitting fees, but it was well worth the peace and tranquillity of this secluded little spot, known only to them both, which had seen many frisky escapades in their younger, childless days.
Amid the gentle sound of the waves, he could almost hear Fionnuala’s heart beating in unison with his.
Of gorse some eedjit and his loud, obnoxious kids had to turn up and ruined the whole thing.