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  • The Demise of Roland Ratso: Chapter thirty eight

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    Wednesday 26th and I have got a meeting with the headteacher of our local secondary school along with other councillors. Ron and Eric lead me astray and we go to the club where I drink some falling down liquid. Rob is there and gives me a hug and kisses my cheek followed by Plum who rubs my newly shaven head for about five minutes. What is it with me and blokes? We get home and on the way I am in a euphoric mood. Irene…
  • The Demise of Roland Ratso: Chapter thirty seven

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    It’s Tuesday 24th March and not much to report. I had to go to an allotment meeting last night – there are three distinct species of human being that are not akin to any other members of the human race. The first is the colliery winding engine man, Destined to spend long hours on their own listening to the ringing of signal bells makes most of them turn inwards. The pit winding engine house used to be a hallowed place…
  • The Demise of Roland Ratso

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    Sorry folks I have been a bit busy today and have also hit a but of writers block. It might be a bit of chemo brain??????????? Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible Keep smiling Love Drew X
  • The Demise of Roland Ratso: Chapter thirty six

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    At Futures there are a large number of children taking part in a variety of activities and a good time was had by everyone. The secondary school pupils are teaching the primary ones to dance and helping them make Mother’s day cards. Nottingham Forest mascot Robin Hood is there and Jonathan is doing a great job outside on the PA system. While I was at hospital Doctor MacDonald came over and complained about the noise.…
  • The Demise of Roland Ratso: Chapter thirty five

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    Friday 20th March and I am treble booked – we are doing an open day at the community building, I have the consultant at 11.00am and the local school’s talent competition at night. I get up at 7.00 am – I have left my mobile in my trousers and the alarm is going frantic, waking Irene up. She is not a morning person and I start the day with an earful of expletives. The immersion has been turned off so my bath is luke…