The Wedding Anniversary

He’d made her a cuppa almost every morning during the twenty five years that they’d been married. He made it before he had his breakfast. His routine was unchanged: cereal and a read of the paper before taking the drink upstairs to his wife in bed.
She preferred a slower start to the morning and hated the sound he made when he chewed his cereal. She never drank the tea. It was always cold by the time she got it. She tipped it away and then used the cup, without cleaning, to make his morning coffee.
They didn’t swap cards.