Something Fishy

I saw him come in. She was snorin’. Left tha telly on. He got that paper there with them numbers and when the balls come up on tha telly he kept lookin’ at the paper then tha telly alla time. Then’ne got ‘er up ‘n’ ofta bed. She was snoring’ agin.
Next day he left. I waited, goin’ back ‘n’ forth, back ‘n’ forth. Sometimes from ‘ere tha world looks blue. Sometimes its green. Today’s brown. Now’s all them flashin’ lights ‘n’ tha’ man in tha stiff hat come in, then she went out; still ‘sleep, but not snoring’ no more.