The clock ticks – tick, tock – tick, tock.

Well, not really as it’s a digital clock, (does anyone really hear a ticking clock anymore?)

but in my head, it’s clear,

TICK, TOCK, TICK, TOCK!

The digital display seems stuck. I just can’t wait to see what’s gonna happen next.

Just five minutes.

To fill the time, I decide to make some tea.

Two minutes later,

Tea’s ready, (not the English perfect tea at just the right temperature with the dainty sandwiches and finger cakes, but the microwave variety, a zapped and seeped concoction with some delicious chemicalstein creamer, yum yum),

and I am just about to explode.

I don’t know if I can wait.

Just 3 minutes.

I set in front of the dark set, imagining the scenes and the sounds. I drift into a blissful hum to its song. Hmm hmmm hmmm

I could start it now.

Oh, I know I could, but then it wouldn’t be the same, (they say there’s a condition that describes this inability to change routine), but I just like it this way.

Just one more minute.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, and…

Oh no, the ipad babbles it burbles to indicate a Facebook call coming in.

Thirty seconds!

Oh crimmony… it’s my son, I love talking to him but… (should I ignore it, should I change my plans),

It’s time to start in

Fifteen seconds…

Tick, tock, tick, tock…

Ok…

I open the chat and yell,

I’LLCALLYOUBACKINANHOUR!

Poldark’s ON!!!