When you’re a kid you’re always told not to wish your life away.

I thought this would have stopped by now.

It seems not.

The seconds drag like minutes and the minutes like hours. It’s like you’re stretching your fingers out as far as you can and only another inch would be enough.

F is at home and is ready. He waits only for me. Me and then me and the dogs. I wish I was, at least, on my way. It’s the sitting around thing that gets to me.

Ah well, there’s another minute closer ………..