The house is so hot,
The heating wants to kill me,
Drowned in my own sweat.
My head is bursting,
An headachce from down under,
From the depths of hell.
Sunday slowy goes, into Sunday evening now, then night to morning.
Monday will come quick, it always does the little prick, it likes to tease me.
Lotto failed to come, a lucky-dip the email said, maybe Wednesday now.
