I have no kitchen now it seems
The promise is, one of my dreams,
Nightmares prevail as we speak.
I’m mashing tea out in the street.
It’s brick dust sandwiches today
Yet again I hear you say.
Got TV in Greenhouse now
Can’t compete with all the row.
I am assured that when its done
Cooking will become such fun.
Make a change from being a chore
After all these years slaving for four.
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