Just A Phone Call Away
Anna, my wife, has left me. My lover, friend, mentor, spiritual guide, soulmate, has naffed off to the Azores for a week with a friend to visit another friend who lives there (how many friends does one person need?). 'Where are the Azores?' I hear you ask...in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean... and judging by the photos she's sending back it looks similar to Scotland on a bad weather day. Yet, in the Deux-Sèvres, we bask in heady sunshine and temperatures in the early twenties...that, my friends, is karma. So while she is off gallivanting, I'm left keeping the show on the road: cooking, washing-up, feeding the fish, feeding the cat, feeding the chickens, feeding myself! Going to the mailbox EVERY DAY, collecting the chickens' eggs (who, incidentally, are now pushing out five a day...my cholesterol is going through the roof), putting the wheelie bins out, bringing them back in again. Work, work, work, give, give, give. Every now and then I feel a little vibration in...