The last three days have just been about waiting. I’m gripped by inertia. And it’s frustrating. Here I am, drinking coffee, eating toast, listening to Abbey Road. Waiting. It’d be great if I’d planned it this way. Three days off work, hurrah! But it’s not like that. Without a car, I feel stranded. Too far away from three people that need to know I can get there whenever they need me. Fingers crossed that I get it back today. George Harrison is telling me that Here Comes The Sun. I’m sure he’s right.