I want to go for a swim and a shower, then a coffee and a bite to eat in the cafe watching the other swimmers through the big window feeling all blissed out. Then maybe have a nose in the library, perhaps see if they have the next installment of whatever it is I'm reading at the moment, or something ds might like.
I want to go the games cafe and play board games and drink cheap overpriced tea and eat Costco cookies with my friends (which will never happen again with one of them because stupid fucking cunting covid killed him and its JUST. NOT. FAIR).
I wanted to see my best friend before she goes off to uni at the tender age of 30, the first in her family to do so. I wanted to hug her and wish her good luck and tell her she's going to be a bloody brilliant nurse.
I want my poor lonely little boy to be back in school with his friends and children his own age. I want to get his feet properly measured for new shoes not just me guessing and seeing what sort of fits in asda.
I want the families back in the care home I work in. The residents are dropping like flies from lack of sheer will to live and its fucking heartbreaking.
I want the bone tiredness I still have from having covid myself to just go away. I want to sleep and wake up refreshed. I want the survivors guilt to go away too.
I want the disaster capitalists who've made a fortune off the whole shitshow to come and see face to face the reality of what has happened to ordinary people.
I want to actually see my mum not just talk to her on the phone.
I want dp to be back in work. I want to not have to work 60 hours a week just to make ends meet.
I am fed up of it being winter too.
I have had enough now.
It can all just get in the fucking bin.