Today is a day of waiting. In fact the whole week has felt like this. Waiting for news can be an exhausting process when one is on another continent and reliant on the telephone.
It is a week of frustration too: I feel frustrated that I am so far away from those whom I love that I cannot play an active part in their lives at present. I must sit passively on the sidelines and wait.
There is the sadness of the news that a much-loved Uncle is seriously ill and back in hospital after being discharged only two days before.
Then there is the anticipated joy of news of my dear youngest sister who is having her baby today.
In the meantime, I will fill the kettle and have another cup of tea and try not to keep looking at the telephone.