Waiting

As an absolute expert at procrastination with an Olympic Gold at staring aimlessly into space for hours on end, I don't have too much trouble with waiting for things. I can sit at a station for an hour happily reading railway timetables to pigeons. I can be entranced by cloud formations, the spaces between leaves on trees or chimney pots and the colour of nothing. The Test Card and the computer desktop can keep me mesmerised. I have the gift of never being bored. However, today I am a bit ants in my pantsy as I am waiting for THAT job. You know, the one they asked me to do, then cancelled, then uncancelled and now I am waiting to hear for sure. This is almost making "nothing" tricky to enjoy so I am having to do things to pass the time. I have cleaned the kitchen transforming it from a post bank holiday bombsite into a How Clean is Your House haven. OK, I didn't do the cooker or scrub the floor but I'm keeping those back as jobs to do in a dire emergency bit of waiting such as "Yes, we think the job is on, can we call you back?"