Bloody nerve. Best years of my life, blah, blah, blah. I was always
Pretty good, I thought. I didn't complain. Not from me, I was
Thoughtful. Kind. So all she can do, all she can think of is this
Stupid thing. Happy now? I said, are you happy now? I'm just
Sitting here. Can't even watch TV. Nothing on. Can't even watch
The news. Stupid thing doesn't even work. Another stupid thing
No batteries though, just sits there in the corner. A box, without
Electricity. Tired old man without a soul. Ooh, God. There it is
Again. Sentimental rubbish. Boring myself. Some more, I think
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