It was one of those moments when everything feels hard and bad and you imagine you’re like Sisyphus with his rock and just when you’re about to have a public cry something small happens that reminds you that there are good things in this messy world. And that was it: ‘Love’. Just written in felt-tip pen on the flagstone near our house. And I had to stop and look at it and then bend down and take a photo. And later after tea and gossip and ‘do you think it is ok to defrost these prawns by just running them under the warm tap for a bit?’ We ventured out into the night to look for the ‘Love’ again so that we could look at it together. Except, it wasn’t there. And it’s not been seen since. And now I’m left wondering, ‘Am I looking in the wrong place? Was it real? Did it ever exist at all?”