I’m sorry to disturb your viewing and I know, oh how I know, it’s your favourite show, I thought I’d better just clear the air, and say something, before I go.
I did love you, once, all fire and ice, in the tumbling, fumblings, of the dreamtime.
Now you're irate, inured to my heartache, and this, like life, won’t always wait, for the next power cut, or commercial break.