Here we are again, lonely as can be.
All locked up tight, miserable folk are we.

Here we are again, sitting miles apart.
O.H. moaning thinking about his tart.

Never mind the weather, never mind the rain, If you look up and see the sun, down it pours again.

So, here we are again doing what we can,
cheer up everyone, Boris is our man.



cheers Penny

Penny, I know I shouldn't ask, but who is O.H.'s tart?

Ha, Ha.