Gondola

Good Morning Britain

A soft-boiled egg

Piers is on Lorraine

Shooting pains down my left leg

Holly and 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

Ah

Let the darkness roll inside

Ah

And I went to work for Dad

In the jewellery shop

I wish I had gone on to higher education

But Tom was always the clever one

Cash In The Attic

A Place In The Sun

A very long-overdue phonecall from my son William

Deal Or No Deal Or No Deal 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

Ah

Let the darkness roll inside

Ah

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 going to 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