Afghanistan

My wonderful physio told me last week I can do running training again.

Good job really as my editor (Richard) and head of content (Owen) called me into the Richard's office on Monday morning.

"Chloe can you come in the office please." Richard kind of shouted this from his doorway.

I haven't seen Richard do this before, he's not really a shouty sort of man. So bleary-eyed and tired from a weekend with Nic in London I reluctantly stomp into his office where he and Owen are sat with pieces of paper, looking important.

I am convinced I'm about to be fired. But the worse thing is I have absolutely no idea what for.

But they don't look angry...

"Have you got plently of warm clothes?" laughs Richard.

Okay so I'm not being fired, but they've obviously cooked up some hair-brained plot to chase Johnny Kingdom around Exmoor.

"Yes I've got plenty." Knowing my jacket at wellies are in the car.

"Good because you're going to Afghanistan!"

"What? That's amazing, when?"

At this point I'm thinking January, as this has been on the cards for a while.

"No on Friday." Owen

"Oh right."

It hasn't sunk in yet, it is monday morning, and I am tired/shocked.

"WHAT THIS FRIDAY?"

"Yes.... so we've got to..."

The rest of the conversation was a bit of a blur. Three days to get ready to go to a warzone has been quite a challenge. HIghlights include one return trip to Beaconsfield to get body armour, visit to the doctors, purchase of very warm sleeping bag (thanks Richard), raiding of army store at RMB Chivenor etc, etc.

And tomorrow I leave. And I haven't really had time to think about it.

Good job I can run now.