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Sun 11th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day +2: At 5.30 am I get coffee, biscuits, drugs and an ice pack. I settle down to read H is for Hawk....

Fri 9th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day (!) [Blast Off or Abort?]: Have to get up at 6 to be at the hospital by 7.30. I drive for the last time in...

Sun 4th Jan 2015: Hip Op Day -5: Wake to monster stomach gripe. Downstairs Alice and Matt have nearly finished washing up and clearing...

Thurs 1st Jan 2015: Hip Op Day -8: New Year Jane is up early and off to Louth for her Slimming World group. After breakfast, I start to...

Tues 30th Dec 2014: Hip Op Day Minus 10 (and counting): What a start. I get half way to Lincoln before realizing that I have forgotten my...

Way Out West was on the television when the phone rang. It had just got to one of my favourite bits. Sighing heavily, I left Stan Laurel...

It wasn’t just the nature of Graham’s death which stunned us all; it was the fact that he had disappeared for good, without warning, that...

On the 30th of July, 1966, the nation celebrated and then, three months later, on Friday the 21st of October, it mourned. Aberfan. Just...

‘Are Nana and Grandad going to die?’ ‘Ooh, not for a long time. You don’t have to start worrying about that...Eh, look, your mum’s ready...

‘And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad’ Maud: Tennyson The fence which bordered Chris’ drive was laced with honeysuckle. After a...

As much as I had been excited to see Jimmy, I couldn’t help feel frustrated that his brief visit had largely gone unnoticed. There had...

During the next year, Jimmy joined the Army and was soon stationed in Germany. I was so proud, I couldn’t wait to let everyone know....

You could still see patches of Lone Ranger wallpaper in Jimmy’s bedroom but most of it was hidden by newspaper and magazine cuttings and...

Jimmy, my teddy bear Jimmy was my all-time hero. I even named my teddy bear after him. He was my cousin from London. He looked like a...

By the summer of my second camp, I had been installed as patrol leader, with Mark as my seconder. We were above Baslow in Derbyshire....

Like a Victorian grotesque, Mrs Greasby could have graced any page of a Dickens’ novel. Wiggy, on the other hand, was another kettle of...

(Continued.) ‘Watch out, Kenny!’ Heeding his friend’s warning, he dived sideways and landed with a squeal. Failing to find its target,...

It was the summer term. Fruit picking time. After school, a double-decker bus would ferry pickers to and from Bowser’s strawberry fields...

Map of Lincolnshire Wolds; can you spot Somersby and Bag Enderby? I swung my damp duffel bag onto my back and followed Jack across the...

Even though some families were lucky enough to own cars in the early 60s, everybody had a bike. My mum had a sit-up-and-beg model with a...