Blog Episode: “The Signs of His Return – The Nutter Still Finds Me”

Blog Episode: “The Signs of His Return – The Nutter Still Finds Me”

I thought my life was empty, but the idiot keeps proving me wrong. He never left.

This week, the signs have piled up, cheeky and impossible to ignore:

In bed, he wraps me in icy cold — his way of touching me earthside. No mistake.

A 2p coin outside Aldi. Shining like it was waiting for me. I picked it up, smiled, and put it safe in my shorts pocket. Next day it was gone. Vanished. Taken back. That’s him — playing tricks to show me what he can do.

Two Chinook helicopters, low over my house, two days in a row. Costello’s bloody taxi! A soldier’s sky-sign. He’s waving from the clouds.

His blue orb — his essence caught by my eyes. Blue, like the spark of life.

And his face — showing up in the carpet, bathroom rug, trees, clouds. He shapes the world itself so I can’t miss him.

He is laughing, I know it. Grinning like a cat who got the cream. Still my soldier, still my chef, still my nutter, and still mine.

The signs prove what I’ve always known: we’re bound together, not broken apart.