Okay, okay. I woke up late. Shit. What time is it? 8:15. Okay. I have half an hour. It will take 6-7 minutes to walk to the doctor's surgery. Can't be late. Can't be late. Getting dressed takes five minutes...hair, teeth, etc. etc. Okay, okay. Little man. Breakfast -
Aw look at that smile -
God, I am blessed. Okay -
Pancakes? Toast? Ahhhh Pain au Chocolat...good choice - Shaun the Sheep? Okay, he's happy. Right, what time is it? 8:20. Okay, okay.
Quick coffee...god why does the kettle take so long to boil? Two and a half sugars, milk. Okay, while that's cooling, I'll get dressed quickly and brush my hair -
Right what time is it now? 8:25. Okay, okay. How's the Little Man?
Gooooood. Goooo - bloody hell he ate that fast...
Shit coffee! Ooo, okay. It's hot but just about drinkable. Okay. Small and quick sips. Small and quick sips.
Yep, just about drinkable alright. Fucking hell. Right. Can't be late. Can't be late. I really hope the doctor can sort out my blocked ears. I miss music. I really miss music. Can't be late.
Okay, I can drink the coffee in gulps now. Quickly... okay that will do.
Brush my teeth, wash my face...la, la, la, la.
Okay, what time is it? Can't be late. Can't be late. 8:30. Okay, okay. Need to be leaving in five minutessss.
Little Man is gooood. Okay, okay...
There's no fucking point taking my AirPods. Stupid ears. Stupid...
Shit, what time is it? Okay, 8:35. Right. Shut all the doors, wake up Luke, let Little Man know where Daddy is if he needs himmm...keys! Fucking keys. Okaaaaaaaay.
Lock the door behind meeee. Go down the stairs, carefully. Careful, careful careful. God, I hate this door. Why is it unnecessarily heavy for absolutely no bloody reason! What time is it? 8:37 . Okay, walk, walk walk walk walk. Why is everything either stairs or a slope? Fuck meeeeee...
Okay, okay. Time? 8:39 Okay, okay. We are doing good for time - mind the curb.
Walk to the side of the road just in case.
Back onto the pavement. Walk, walk, walkkkkkkkk.
Look both ways... Stop, Look and Listennnn' Aw, I loved that advert. Okay, clear! Walking, walking, we're walkinggggggggggggggggg. Quicklyyyyy...
Shit! Grab the street sign! Grab the street sign!
Ouch fuck! Am I bleeding? No, okay good. You have Cerebral Palsy remember? Fuck sake. Fucking fence. Do I go back home, now or do I keep going? My back hurts. Fuck... my eyebrow? Fuck it. Fuck it. I can do this.
Careful, careful. Ouch fuck. Okay okay, what time is it now? 8:45...
I'm fucking late. Ahhhh...Fuck!
And that my lovelies is my internal monologue. I am a mess. My eyebrow still hurts but my ears are not blocked anymore, thanks to Doctor Tim.
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