Something Fishy

I saw him come in.

She was snorin’. Left the telly on.

He got that paper there with them numbers and when the balls come up on the telly he kept lookin’ at the paper then the telly alla time. Then’ne got ‘er up ‘n’ ofta bed. She was snoring’ again.

Next day he left. I waited, goin’ back ‘n’ forth, back ‘n’ forth. Sometimes from ‘ere the world looks blue. Sometimes its green. Today’s brown. Now’s all them flashin’ lights ‘n’ tha’ man in the stiff hat come in, then she went out, still ‘sleep, but not snoring’ no more.