I pour the kettle half/drinking a tea on your behalf
I remember your laugh/picking out your epitaph
I waved you goodbye/we know what churches imply
I find friends easy to come by/loneliness hard to deny
I see my life unfulfilled/river of woe unstilled
I tried to rebuild/but the bed is only half...
With Sunderland top of the league on my virtual game on my very real computer, I wonder if life could ever get better. Then I remember I'm the female Victoria Wood and I smile a smile the length of the promenade