Twas the night before tomorrow
and all through the house
not a sodding thing was stirring
not a sodding thing at all!
but somewhere deep down inside
there’s that niggly naggly sense
that maybe — just maybe
the year that tomorrow brings
will not be as bloody tough as this one has been
I’ll dare to dream
I’ll dare to hope
Because sod-it-all, there’s nothing without hopes and dreams
And visions of gelato and fluffy slippers and trips abroad
these are a few of my favourite things ………
