We’ve heard from Mum, now lets see what Dad has to say…
Now someone has told me I need to write this here blog post to let people know about me and me life. I can’t say I’m that sure about this, I’m not really one for writing. Or, for that matter, thinking.
Any road, I’m just a normal bloke really. I live a simple life. I worked down pit for 30 years before it was closed. Since then I’ve spent a lot more time with me family. A very different challenge to being underground. And one I’m not sure I’ve really adjusted to be honest.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being at home, there’s nothing more enjoyable for me then taking the weight off me feet and watching a bit of Calendar. Not everyone sees it like that though, and it can sometimes be a bit of a challenge relaxing while the wife cleans up constantly all around me. And that is to say nothing of that son of mine, who has really caused all sorts of problems though I guess it’s nothing more than the usual teenage troubles. To be honest I don’t really understand him. He’s into all this writing and drama and stuff where I never really used me brain. Apart from when thinking of ways to grab an extra bit of snack without the wife finding out.
Speaking of which I think me tea’s on so I’d best go. I think it’s tinned ham. I bloody love tinned ham.
Let’s met John’s mum Dot. Nobody knows us like our mums. Or so they would like to think. Do you agree?
Our John’s coming ‘ome this weekend and I can’t wait! Mind you, I’ll probably want to kill him, 5 minutes after he walks through that door!! Last time he came ‘ome, I couldn’t get a word out of ‘im for t’first day – he just lay on that sofa watchin’ telly and eating!
I’m so proud of him now he’s at university. I never thought I’d see the day when someone from my family would be at university! My mam and dad would ‘ave been so proud – anyway, I feel sure they are watching and smiling to themselves.
Well I’d better get on – this ‘ouse doesn’t clean itself you know! I found another one of them mucky books ‘idden in a record sleeve on t’bookcase this morning – I must ‘ave missed that one when we cleared them out when John were 15! Or could it be Vic’s?! I never thought of that – I’m going to kill ‘im!