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The male singer has got an amazing voice and launches into Nessun Dorma which he sings beautifully. It reminds me of a poem I wrote about my father. Father and Music. When father got his possessions out of storage Including his beloved radiogram (with magic eye radio tuning) He stood in the “But” of our “But and Ben” In front of my mother’s wedding gift to him And subjected me to a rendition Of the whole of his Lanzo…

Eleanor is in trouble at school and has been denied access to the computer and she “can’t remember exactly why she is in trouble” Her sense of humour is rapidly developing and following the family trait. God help any lad who latches on to her! She came home from school the other day and announced that she was pregnant with Aidan’s baby! Antony nearly had a fit as he always says he will be going to jail if that ever happens…

Saturday night and I take Irene out and watch her drinking lager while I survive on diet coke. Two coaches have gone to Weymouth – we should have gone but when I was diagnosed and did not know when my treatment would start we cancelled. Another busload has departed for another club, Calverton. They go because they say they can get cheap beer. I wonder where they will get there beer if Cotgrave closes! There is a young…

Another black humour “During the pit” story. Not a joke. Paddy got his coat wrapped around a pneumatic drill and when he tried to pull it free it took his hand in it. When he pulled his hand out his thumb dropped on the floor; it had been pulled off with all of the tendons still attached to it like drawing the claw off a chicken leg. He made it to the pit medical centre under his own steam with his injured hand in his…

I get up in the morning rather late. Irene’s mate Bash is having a cup of tea and the two of them are cooking up some spells. Hubble bubble toil and trouble. Especially when they get together with their mate Jeanette. I am cooking my porridge and shovelling my drugs out when WHAM! No warning. Underclarts full! I start to go upstairs cheeks unfortunately clenched too late. It is now a damage limiting exercise. I strip…