The waiting is all over.
It hasn't finished, it's everywhere.
Twenty five days to go and one would think it would get easier as each day passes, but it gets harder.
Banned from his own home, Seaton Carew is now living the life of a fugitive, but in his own home.
Carew, 41, has decided to risk the wrath of those who make him wait, but now as he sits in his chair, in a house where he knows he shouldn't be, he waits for the knock on the door.
Every evening is spent waiting for the morning to arrive when he can leave his self imposed prison to drive to work and then wait for the following evening.
The clock ticks, the hours slowly pass and he waits.
At work he waits. All day he waits for the call, waiting for the news.
But it doesn't come. At least not yet.
When it comes, which it surely will, it will not be the end, merely the start.
But when will it come? He doesn't know, all he can do is wait.