{"id":1045,"date":"2019-08-10T13:23:07","date_gmt":"2019-08-10T13:23:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/?page_id=1045"},"modified":"2019-08-10T13:23:07","modified_gmt":"2019-08-10T13:23:07","slug":"waiting-in-seven-parts","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/?page_id=1045","title":{"rendered":"Waiting in Seven Parts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>1<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It is all right waiting when you have a cup of coffee and old blues music. I do not like waiting when there is no music or coffee, only the walls of the hospital.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>2<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A slow clock. A stain on the carpet. Magazines with ears like dogs. Scuffs on the walls. A slow clock, waiting, radio.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>3<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I sit in the chair, undecided. Swim or toast? Walk or stay? My indecision becomes a decision. I stay sitting in the chair, listening to the chattering sparrows, waiting for nothing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>4<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I watch the ten past two clock. Click, click. Four small elephants stare out at me from a green table. Three heads in flower pots gaze out of the window at the shoddy May clouds. It\u2019s supposed to be spring but it feels like winter. I wait for warm days.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>5<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>There is a seagull in the waiting room. I don\u2019t believe it\u2019s waiting for a train but for the scraps of chips lying here. Perhaps I am wrong and it will catch the 17.14 to Brighton, along with the baby and the woman with wings for eyes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>6<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>There is getting up to be done and the making of porridge and after, a clearing of plates but I continue to sit and stare at the flowers on the counterpane and only my breath moves.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>7<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I am waiting for the world to startle and turn in quite a different direction. Nothing is gained by waiting, you used to say. I am not so sure. Patience is a virtue, is it not? But oh, how fast this world spins.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 1 It is all right waiting when you have a cup of coffee and old blues music. I do not like waiting when there is no music or coffee, only the walls of the hospital. &nbsp; 2 A slow clock. A stain on the carpet. Magazines with ears like dogs. Scuffs on the walls. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/?page_id=1045\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Waiting in Seven Parts<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1041,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1045"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1045"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1045\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1046,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1045\/revisions\/1046"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1041"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1045"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}