Mama who bore me, Mama who gave me, no way to handle things, who made me so sad.

Mama the weeping, Mama the angels. No sleep in heaven or Bethlehem.

Some pray that one day Christ will come a callon.

They light a candle and they hope that it glows.

And some just lie there crying for him to come and find them

but when he comes they don't know how to go

welcome to extraordinary stories podcast Welcome to Extraordinary Stories Podcast.

Oh, wow. Hey, I'm going to tell you.

Hey, how are you? Are you well? Are you good? I am. The voice is still not back yet, but it will be, it'll get there soon. If you've not listened to the podcast before, if this is your first listen, you'd be forgiven for thinking I was an

80-year-old Scottish man who smoked 300 fags a day. I'm not, but I'm having vocal issues. I like

saying vocal issues because it makes me sound like I'm Adele when like,

you know, like her tour got cancelled due to vocal issues. But you know what? No cancelling.

Got a power on. Got a power on with the podcast and I want to tell stories. Okay. So we're going to

start with the shout outs and then we're going to get on

with today's short story. Shout out to Ian Dimmock. Now Ian, I always love when you get in touch.

You always got such great things to say. Ian, you asked me to do an impression of shouty man at some point.

I promise I will do it.

Now is not the right time, obviously, but I will do it at some point.

Jackie Fairbairn, your lovely daughter, Signet, got in touch

to say that you really enjoy the pod.

So Jackie, hello.

Thanks for listening.

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