She sat in the car outside the school hall, listening to the ping of the engine cooling while she waited for her daughter to finish dance class. In her mind she compiled a list of all the things she had to do; all the things that made her wait: collect her son from sport, guess her husband’s return time from work and sort the three foot high pile of washing. She glanced at her watch, wanting to hurry the time, and then watched the hall doors for a glimpse of pink tulle to come running.
“What are you waiting for, Mummy?” said the little ballerina as she scampered into the car while the engine sat silent.
“I don’t know, darling, I don’t know.”