Can I be a kid again please?
I want my mummy and daddy to look after me.
I want my mummy and daddy to take me to the seaside and buy me ice cream.
I want my grandparents, my uncle David and my uncle Harry back.
I want to go climb the third tree with my mates.
I want to make random phone calls from the telephone box on the green at the bottom of my road.
I want to fill steak pies with sweet corn and whizz them in the microwave then follow that up with a chocolate lovely.
I want to be surprised christmas morning when You Know Who has been.
I want a backie on my mates bike.
I want to throw corn bombs.
Can I then be a wee adult again please?
I want to go on one of those new years eve pub crawls that don’t exist any more, the ones where you could go in all the pubs not just the one you’ve got a ticket for. I want to kiss everybody at midnight. Every. Body.
I want to go clubbing till the wee small hours.
I want to drink. Oh how I want to drink. Lots of boozy yum yums with little to no aftereffects.
I want to pass my driving test.
I want to get my first wage packet.
I want to go drunk sledging in Levi.
I want to buy our first house again and get really rather too excited about buying a fridge.
Then can I end up right here again, right here and right now please?