On Waiting

To Sum up 2020

Waiting for a reply from the solicitors, that’s how this year started. Waiting for a phone call, waiting for a letter, an email. Waiting for someone somewhere to get in touch.

Waiting for orders to arrive, wondering what the hell you spent your money on in the first place, surrounded by boxes with Amazon smiles.

Waiting for someone to collect a key, they wanted it, they need it. But they’re late and you’re left waiting… Another day in limbo, key safely tucked away in the back pocket. Waiting for someone who’s forgotten.

Waiting for the pubs to reopen. Waiting for Deliveroo with a pizza because after a day of waiting cooking feels like too much effort.

Waiting for normality. Waiting to return to work. Waiting for decisions, for conclusions, for nonsense that doesn’t make sense. Waiting for someone to explain what is meant.

Waiting for people to turn up, waiting for people to reply. Waiting for pay day and waiting to survive.

Waiting for glue to dry, waiting for nail varnish. Waiting for the kettle to boil… Then forgetting your drink.

Waiting for rain to stop, waiting for the washing machine to be free. Waiting for the cats to wake up so you can make your bed before bedtime.

Waiting to eat that last bar of chocolate (before you buy your next).

Waiting for 2021 because this year’s a mess!