“People in the west are waiting to live “that was Billy liar,
When the kettle is boiled
I’ll sit and relax
When I’m not so tired
I’ll go for a walk
When I retire I will write a book
When the viruses over –
if it’s ever over
I’ll go back on the road
Will I be happier?

Or different?

Or changed?

Or the same
Maybe I could just curl up with a good book