Monday 6th April and it’s my second chemo free day but I still feel very tired. My little girl came last night and she is staying until Wednesday so we can have lots of fun when the grown ups aren’t around (Tee hee).
Picko wasn’t in the club last night – no doubt the bingo wore him out on Saturday. You should have seen his little face when they decided to play another game of bingo rather than “play your cards right” because David the compere was having a night off.
I only had four pints last night, the turn was OK – a comedy duo called the New Chevrons who could sing a toon or two.
Not much else to say really – got my two(ish) weeks off so I am going to try and make the best of it and see if my bad back stops with not taking the chemo. I am taking Eleanor to Rushcliffe Country Park tomorrow if the weather is something like. We went last year and she fell off a climbing mast which is about twenty feet high. There were two lads who jumped off the ropes on to the centre pole to slide down it. I could see the pole diameter was too large for her little arms but watched in horror as she prepared to jump. I was frantically shouting no but she jumped and fell off. Jonathan managed to get underneath her and break her fall but her glasses, which she had lost a lens, were destroyed. Daddy was cross. Anyway she had a hug for a minute and then we had to go and get an ice cream. Sorted.
It reminded me of a “during the pit” story. We had finished sinking the upcast shaft and were concreting the pit bottom which consisted of massive steel reinforcing, shuttering and huge pours of concrete. The sinking stage was at the bottom of the shaft and concrete was poured down a concrete pipe, mixed in a dash pot at the bottom and then it fell into a directional hopper via a six inch rubber hose where it could be directed around the shaft. One of the sinkers was astride the rubber hose when it got blocked. The concrete continued to back up until the pressure blew it through flicking the hose up and throwing the shaft sinker over the side of the sinking stage. At the bottom of the shaft there was masses of steel reinforcing on which he would have undoubtedly been impaled if he land on it. He managed to grab hold of the bottom of the first deck and swing in on to the second deck landing at the feet of the deputy manager, who immediately proceeded to give him the bollocking of his life for not using the ladders like everyone else. The shift was in uproar. The sinker in question asked for a ride out of the shaft as he had strained his shoulders and his back and as he left he said that he might as well do the lottery while he was off the job because no one could be THAT lucky.
