Oh! Namaste, guys! Lots of love to you. She's here. She's a little Linda. Linda

Hello, Linda. How are you? Say hello to the listeners. Hello! Hello! How's it going? Where have you been? Very well. Oh, I went for my first working session. Where was it?

You went down the lane to your first working session. Oh, you know, I've got a new job as a school secretary. Oh, yes, that's right. So I went over to school and it was one of those kind of all morning sessions. You got there very early. They had pastries.

Oh, lovely. Oh, you made me go. Where did you see Nakanaka? Where did you see Nakanaka? And then at lunchtime there were buddies. Oh, lovely. Not after all that food you can. And that's all I have to say about that. It was great. There was someone there providing the catering and I am looking forward to working there. Do you think it's always going to be like that? It's all right. It's better had otherwise I'll be. Is there a secretary's union?

I don't think so. I will make one. I've noticed that now the staff room is not like it was when I was at school and I was at school. I can't see the teachers and they'd open the door. It was like a spanned out ballet concert. All the smoke came out and out from behind the clouds. It was like a coffee smell. Yeah, they go. What do you want, kind of thing? Yeah. But now it's all very cleaner. I know. I have this very special friend who I told you about last week. It went to little with the little with the pedal.

She is a teacher and she says you'll be a mate in a staffer. I'm sorry to say this into any teachers. Absolutely hats off to you. But she says she seems to remember that the level of conversation is not what it was. In our day there'd be someone here with half moon glasses going through the Guardian Crosswood. Now it's all love Island this and bloody big brother that. Is it because they're all youngsters now? It's because they're all a bit bloody stupid anyway. Namaste. Namaste to teachers.

Namaste I'm only kidding. We appreciate you. We do appreciate you. So you enjoy that and you think it's not the honeymoon period. You think that will last, do you? I am banking on it, yeah? Okay. We are going to kick off immediately because we got to get this bloke on zoom with a message from Leo Conningham.

Clinton. When I was a young boy, I moved to a new council house with my mom. It was a

semi-attached nice area. Within a week of staying there, stuff started to move about

the place. Kitchen drawers would open and cutlery would rattle. Lights in the living room

would flicker. My mum didn't tell anyone in case the council

took the house off us. It was the 80s. One night when I was sleeping and that's when

it happened. In the corner of my room, I heard the voice of a little girl asking for help.

Oh Jesus. She mumble something about a park. Then, my Tommy Toi record player started

to play, you know, the ones with the plastic discs that look like vinyl. The second night

I woke up and felt pressure on my chest. I was paralyzed and couldn't move. I saw a shadowy

figure. It was about 7 to 8 feet tall. Probably scraping its head off the R-Tech ceiling.

I managed to break free and screamed. My mum tried to open the door but couldn't.

About a month later, I started to have dreams about the crab apple tree in the back garden.

I would always have a knife stuck into it. That's it. Enjoy. That was weird. That's

well, perhaps we can ask Leo what he meant by the last bit or if not, it's just going

to be a case of, and not very good. Let's see what Leo has to say. He has

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