Tick Tock, Tick Tock…

 

Tick tock, tick tock
..it’s 8am Sunday morning, the doors are locked, the alarm is set and the ditches cleared, the dog’s in the boot and we’re heading for the dog sitter and London …

Tick tock, tick tock
…a beer and a game of scrabble in the vast and ugly atrium at Heathrow’s Hilton discussing what’s for dinner…

Tick tock, tick tock
…a freezing finger crossing into the plane in a metal tube left out overnight, regreting packing the warm layers into the hold…

Tick tock, tick tock
…spicy Thai green fish curry, Christopher Robin, Trump’s Fire and Fury, glasses of sparkle, wave after wave of pervading egg, screech after scrawtch of gurgle snore, a couple of hours of kip…

Tick tock, tick tock
…from plane to plane, via a solitary shower cubicle as the other is ‘Pooh ’ according to the Bangkok cleaning lady…

Tick tock, tick tock
…a smurf, a wild haired troll, Judith Charmers and the calamity pair, more scrabble, more TV, less Trump, solitaire, an hour’s snooze…

Tick tock, tick tock
…an express immigration, a friendly customs lady, no polo-gate and a Pakistani taxi driver who doesn’t draw breath…

Tick tock, tick tock
…a tub of yoghurt, bottle of water and an apple, a search for a key safe, glass sliding Star Trek doors, a clean apartment, two king size beds and a ‘Welcome to Australia’ phone call…

Tick tock, tick tock
…a shower, a bed, a stumbling overwhelming tiredness, midnight, Wednesday morning…

Tick tock, tick tock
… six wees, six hours, exhaustion, sounds, fan, clock, tick, tock, e-mail, Penzance, victory, stiletto, kangaroo, green, chloroform, Cuck-coo, sunrise…

Tick Tock, Ti…

Someone, somewhere, somewhen

 

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