I’m sitting here in a park bench looking out at the green, uneven and unkempt football ground.
Grass has grown in patches not having been mowed or even had the trampling of young footballers enjoying a weekend game.
It strikes me how much our lives have changed since the pandemic started and thrown into turmoil our lives and our plans for life.
In bed this morning, I looked up to the ceiling and I whispered to myself, “Life, Interrupted”.
It struck me that I’m waiting. Biding time.
“Don’t wish your life away,” someone once said to me a million years ago.
I think about that statement.
Here I am now. Looking down at my ugg boots chewing on a ham and cheese toastie. Wearing my inside shoes outside for the first time in my life.
Despondency settling in and having to come to terms with it.
Like the football ground, with its tufts of overgrown grass and proliferation of weeds, its life too is, interrupted.