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I should call him Wallie because all I do is looking for him.
Every time he rings the first question I ask is not "how are You?" but "where are You?"
I think he is in one place and he is miles away.
The more disturbing conversations are the ones that start with "guess where I am?"
They are the conversation starters that fill me with dread.
And than I take a deep breath and let the story wash over me and I aim to find the humour in the situation and tell myself that he is safe and happy.
I wanted him to be adventurous and spontaneous and he is both and more. And if it means I drink more to calm my nerves, than I believe I am doing the wine industry a service as well.
So where is my Wallie?
He is sailing on a 10 foot sailing boat around the Whitsundays for 5 days while getting paid.
Why? Because he was asked and he said 'Yes" and because I always told him to always say 'Yes' because You never know where that adventure will take You.
So now I am waiting to locate my Wallie again.

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