Lizzie and I are home alone tonight. She said
Imagine if Daz died, this is what it'd be like, just you and me.
Hmm, I say. Does he have to die? Couldn't he just have left or something.
oh she says, would you have to get a second job to support us?
hmm, I say. Probably, (thinking of his large life insurance policy.) Ok, he can be dead.
He's not here because he's staying at Kimbas for the night. He has to be at the airport to pick Lloyd up at 6.30am so this way he's already half way there.
You know all this time Lloyd has been away, I haven't worried about him. Even though he's been roaming around the world on his own I haven't worried at all. I think because it's all been so far out of my control that I just put it out of my mind. But now he's getting closer, I'm worrying. The last couple of days I've been thinking, c'mon, you've made it this far, just a couple of more days. I find myself checking the airline website just to make sure the status of the flight hasn't changed from in flight to emergency landing.
It will just be best if I go to bed. And check again as soon as I wake up. At about 3am.