A Turkish Goat
My spreadsheet for bill dates, bank account passwords, insurance renewals and what if’s went down similarly well. He thought I was over doing it, panicking even. I just wanted to feel like we had some part of it. Which only really came to a head when I asked for the number to Afghanistan. Then we laughed. Briefly. Sweetly…and positively unlike the film-like moment where you look into each others’ eyes and realise it’s going to be ok. Just a fleeting giggle before he packed the car and I frantically tried to print off some noteworthy pictures of a goat from our recent foray into the Turkish countryside. I gave it a name and massaged the idea into one of guardian angel. He smiled although I couldn’t see past it. I also gave him the first series of The Good Life.