My impatience hijacked me today. Waiting outside the bank, waiting for a friend, an old man came up to me trying to sell some ballpoint pens. When I say no, he starts on about his poor son with a head the size of a pumpkin. His son needs help. Two years ago it was his daughter with a pumpkin head. Small details. But I snapped and told him I wasn’t interested in his stories. I’m irritated by the mess of this place; by walking past a massive hole in a pavement in a shopping centre. A hole that could swallow a granny. A hole that everyone now uses as a rubbish pit. But we continue, all of us to walk around it. Why don’t we fix it even if we didn’t break it? What are we waiting for?

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