I once was a dull, narrow housewife,
With nothing to talk of at all
But the loves, the frustrations,
The rows, the relations,
Of the woman from over the wall.
But now I've a job I'm quite different,
I can talk with a sparkle like wine
Of the loves, the frustrations,
The rows, the relations,
Of the girl at the desk next to mine.
Celia Fremlin
First published 1981
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