Good Morning Britain, a soft-boiled egg
Piers is on Lorraine, shooting pains down my left leg
Holly & Phil can pay your energy bills
Dead wasp on the windowsill
The last drops of Blossom Hill
Hailstones on the bus up to Lidl

The booze-aisle is dark and wide
A cork upon its ceaseless tide
Let the darkness roll inside

And I went to work for Dad
In the jewellery shop. I wish I had
Gone onto higher education -
But Tom was always the clever one

Cash in the Attic, A Place in the Sun
A very long-overduе phonecall from my son William
Deal or No Deal or No Dеal or No Deal or No Deal -
Box number 17 is opened to reveal a wound that's never healed

TV drifting out of sight
A cup filled to the brim of night
Let the darkness roll inside

I don't want any more regrets
My dreams died like dolphins in a net
I never got to go to Venice
And how many summers have I left?
I still can't believe I'm a grandma
Jen just passed her driving test
I'm gonna put a couple of thousand pounds
Towards a car
And take her on holiday -
'Make memories' before it's all too late
There we are beneath the Rialto Bridge
Huddled in a gondola