My mate phones me from the other side.
How’s it hanging? He asks.
Oh, you know. A little left of centre.
All our conversations begin this way.
How are things with you? I ask.
A bit up in the air, he chuckles.
We take a while to get around to things.
You still with that woman?
Nuh, I say. We had another stoush. You found anyone up there?
I’m in no hurry, he says. You know that old saying: Once bitten …. Besides, I’ve only been here six months.
Don’t go climbing any wonky ladders, I say.
Don’t worry, he says. There’s no light bulbs here.
So what’s the weather like? I ask. Up there?
Heavenly, he says. Heavenly.