I’ve learned this week that patience is not my strong suit. As Christopher Hitchens has pointed out, patience is an over-rated virtue anyway. This was brought home to me yesterday when I had to wait in for two deliveries, neither of which had arrived by 4pm. By then, the sheer exhausting act of listening out for the door and the cabin fever was akin to Chinese water torture. Coupled with not feeling well, wrapped in a blanket and desperate for some sleep, I was, to put it mildly, grumpy by the end of the day.