Anxiety

Need my first thing in the morning cuppa tea bladder’s screaming ‘how long can I hold this pee? but I am waiting for a darned online delivery App says 8 more stops, so I know he’s getting near then hopefully these butterflies will disappear Footsteps creak along the corridor, it could be him bet those nosey bastards went and let him in Naah, must be a resident or someone visiting. App now says 5 more stops then he’ll be here butterflies go wild – it’s a frenzied bacchanal dancing, unabashedly as though its carnival The tea, the pee, a number two, can all wait He’ll soon be here before I’m in a real state. App now say 3 more stops, then he’ll be here soon I can get on with the rest of my day butterflies could then stop their taunting play. OH NO! app shows his current location my near elation has turned to frustration never mind butterflies, my stomach is in a knot wondering if he will come today - or not. Put the kettle on, better make a nice cuppa tea sat on the toilet, desperately needed that pee number two shouted worriedly ‘oi what about me?’ Then, just then, there is a ringing on my bell. Butterflies danced - now they can go to hell.