Look all around, there's nothing but blue skies.

Mouldy and draughty, my house is a pit

And even the dogs think the place shit

But it's all that I've got and I can't afford better

So when the boiler breaks I just put on a sweater

I'm grateful for whatever food's in my belly

And until recently had a thirty year old telly

It worked well enough and gave me the impression

Of action and drama in soap operas and Westerns

But then one night during a show with Stephen Fry in

That crackling, old box gave up even trying

It popped and sent smoke that was thick, pungent and white

Drifting up high while I sat and said "Shite!"

So off I went to Tesco to get myself

A deal on a telly that came straight from the shelf

I carried it home, these new one's are light

And looked forward to my usual Saturday night

I settled down deep in my favourite chair

One foot on a dog that snoozed and snored there

Lay on the floor halfway in between

The chair I had chosen and the flat, shiny screen

Looking so lost, sitting dwarfed in betwix

A vase with a flower and a set of six pics

I squinted at the remote clasped, tight, in my hand

Then turned on a film about a brass band

The picture was crisp and the speakers were sound

Then flicking through menus I suddenly found

All of those channels that, until recently

Had been unavailable for me to see

Those familiar shows watched without ever

Seeing a spot on a famous presenter

Or straggly hairs on the side of a beard

Or how that bloke off the weather looks a bit weird

All these now clearly presented in glorious HD

Even the wrinkles beneath Rachel Riley's knee

Spoiling my long held, low-def delusion

Of perfection whenever I'd put local news on

The novelty of the benefit hi-def had brung

Didn't linger around for very long

I longed for the time of blurry ignorance

I'd had and enjoyed while celebrities danced

Then, as ever when Monday morn' came around

Sat eating toast was where I could be found

Staring through eyes that longed for the gloom

At the flat, wicked window in the corner of the room

But what was that, sitting on that settee?

Glimpsed through the steam from my hot cup of tea

Was a woman who looked even better today

And sent all the grey clouds drifting away

Now she's the reason I tune in each morning

Scratching my arse as the new day is dawning

Munching on toast and loading a pipe to

Enjoy on my dog walk while cleaning up dog poo

A Cupid's bow and eyes dark and bright

A smile that'd make all wrong things right

I hang upon every word that she breathes

And won't start my day 'til she finally leaves

No matter the matter she's having to cover

Her words mesmerise like a whispering lover

Naga Munchetty, she's always enough

To brighten the day of an old bloke with a cough.

Enjoy the little things.

J2H.