Waiting

He knows his mum is coming. What he doesn't know is that she is coming to take me shopping and he's not going with us.

It's too hot to leave him in the car, even in the underground carpark, so he'll have to put up with it.

But I expect his mum will come up and make a fuss before she goes home.

And I am still waiting for any real progress to occur at the flat.

Tomorrow I am promised action with electricians and plumbers  and wall-knocker-downers and all sorts.

We shall see.

It is Friday tomorrow after all.