It's one of life's little ironies ... we rush to wait and we wait to rush (for those of us who have served NS; that's an ethic the Army upholds quite well).
I'm here typing from the Departure Hall at the airport, (im)patiently waiting for my flight which has been delayed for more than 3 hours ... And it's now 2.30am (considering the flight was supposed to have left a good half hour ago).
So I'm here - waiting. I've done everything I possibly could: roam the stores, buy a gift for the friend I'm visiting, have coffee with myself, read a few chapters of J.M. Coetzee's "Slow Man" (which incidentally is an excellent book. He's a prolific and profound writer - one of my favourite authors), watched a Discovery programme on The Battle of Waterloo. And now I'm blogging - with a clock that is ticking away reminding me to log off after a free 15 minute use.
The ironies of life ...
And so I'll keep waiting.
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