Melmoth

You know that time when you are walking down the high street, in a bit of rush, maybe trying to catch a bus or meet a friend and you are running a bit late and maybe are a little impatient. You try and speed up but always there is someone in the way, someone walking slowly and when you try and move to the right there is someone there stopping to look at their phone, and you try and move to the left and someone else is there with a three baby pram and a tonne of carrier bags. Well this is the literary equivalent of that journey. Finally reaching your destination is mildly satisfying but the journey itself is frustrating and full of irritations.