Except you. Me? But I can’t wait. Yes, you: need you to do this, then that and do the other, stop looking like that, do that first, then this, oughta be done inside an hour. How long left? Hour, obviously: if I’m quick. Slick. Sick. Sick? Could go off sick: Lovesick. But nah, not for one measly hour. When I’m sick I’ll be sick for a day, a playday, heyday, a making-hay day because the sun always shines when I’m with you. How long left? Half an hour, tick tock, “I know you’ll do it well” is small compensation.