Time.

I found a card sent to my deceased 93 year old aunt by her friend. My aunt spent her last year in care, after 25 years of living alone, retired at 60, having never married.

‘I hope you can read some of those books you haven’t had time for until now,’ her friend wrote.

You’ll have time during your lunch break.

You’ll have time after work.

You’ll have time on the weekend.

You’ll have time on the long weekend.

You’ll have time on your holidays.

Time when you retire.

Time.