I hope my god knows what I’m talking about, cos sometimes I don’t: I mumble and struggle and end up (many times) on the other side of the conversation. On days like this, I half/hope he’s clumsy too and wrecks his toe so we can laugh at it /about it together. I also hope he has a penchant of taking trains and messing up his pants on freshly cut grass. And I hope he likes to eat ice cubes from a cup.

So God knows we need some of these:

people who do not deflate
more band-aids
cargo pants and unglamourous seating positions
pens and paper
passports and visas