w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"He's acting innocent and proud - still you know what he's after?
Like a matador with his pork sword, while we all die of laughter
In his turquoise pyjamas and motorcycle hat
I hope you're happy now because you'll soon put paid to that
I knew then what I know now. I never loved you anyhow
And I hope you're happy now?"

Elvis Costello: "I hope you're happy now"
From the album: "Blood & Chocolate"

Ok, let's raise a few hackles here...

Mousey, lacklustre hair, pushed back from a wide, high-browed forehead.

Dulled eyes, split by a tomahawk of a nose, casting a shadow over a nail of a mouth, which gives you latte-coloured, Freddie Mercury teeth.

Dislaughter lines spanning a nondescript chin, the whole, totally devoid of any attempt at enhancement.

She may as well have had "Munter" tattoo'd across that expanse of forehead..

At my most basic, Neanderthal level, I thought 'I hope you bang like a barn door in a blizzard, or there won't be much fun in this life for you?'

Then I clocked the engagement ring. So there is someone for everyone, then?

Following on from fil's recent death - Mrs.D is still as raw as - Ma gets the result of her dementia scan on Friday, Dad's just been diagnosed with macular degeneration, my sister-in-law's horse (used in her riding school) has been diagnosed with laminitis (equine diabetes), our niece is not at her best since the premature birth of our great-nephew and Ol Sparky's mum died yesterday.

Just what else can go wrong with our little worlds?