The 95bFM Kids' Show: 16 August 2026
Aug 15, 2026 · 2 hr 1 min · 27 segments
Danny the Champion of the world continues, plus Nico and Jimmy hang out. !https://feeds.95bfm.com/link/16763/17422509.gif
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Aug 15, 2026 · 2 hr 1 min · 27 segments
Danny the Champion of the world continues, plus Nico and Jimmy hang out. !https://feeds.95bfm.com/link/16763/17422509.gif
Chapter 13 Friday When my father woke me at six o'clock next morning, I knew at once that this was the day of days.
It was the day I longed for and the day I dreaded.
It was also the day of butterflies in the stomach, except that they were worse than butterflies.
They were snakes.
I had snakes in the stomach the moment I opened my eyes on that Friday morning.
The first thing I did after I got dressed was to hang the sorry closed notice on one of the pumps.
We had a quick breakfast, then the two of us sat down together at the table in the caravan to prepare the raisins.
They were plump and soft and swollen from being soaked in water, and when you nicked them with a razor blade the skin sprang open and the jelly stuff inside squeezed out as easily as you could wish.
I slit the raisins while my father opened the capsules.
He opened only one at a time and poured the white powder onto a piece of paper.
Then
he divided it into four tiny piles with the blade of a knife.
Each pile was carefully scooped up and put into a single raisin.
A needle and black cotton finished the job.
The sewing up was the hardest part and my father did most of that.
It took about two minutes to do one raisin from start to finish.
I enjoyed it.
It was fun.
Your mother was wonderful at sewing things, my father said.
She'd have had these raisins done in no time.
I didn't say anything.
I never knew quite what to say when he talked about my mother.
Did you know she used to make all my clothes herself, Danny? Everything I wore.
Even socks and sweaters, I asked.
Yes, he said, but those were knitted, and so quickly.
Chapter 13 Friday When my father woke me at six o'clock next morning, I knew at once that this was the day of days.
It was the day I longed for and the day I dreaded.
It was also the day of butterflies in the stomach, except that they were worse than butterflies.
They were snakes.
I had snakes in the stomach the moment I opened my eyes on that Friday morning.
The first thing I did after I got dressed was to hang the sorry closed notice on one of the pumps.
We had a quick breakfast, then the two of us sat down together at the table in the caravan to prepare the raisins.
They were plump and soft and swollen from being soaked in water, and when you nicked them with a razor blade the skin sprang open and the jelly stuff inside squeezed out as easily as you could wish.
I slit the raisins while my father opened the capsules.
He opened only one at a time and poured the white powder onto a piece of paper.
Then
he divided it into four tiny piles with the blade of a knife.
Each pile was carefully scooped up and put into a single raisin.
A needle and black cotton finished the job.
The sewing up was the hardest part and my father did most of that.
It took about two minutes to do one raisin from start to finish.
I enjoyed it.
It was fun.
Your mother was wonderful at sewing things, my father said.
She'd have had these raisins done in no time.
I didn't say anything.
I never knew quite what to say when he talked about my mother.
Did you know she used to make all my clothes herself, Danny? Everything I wore.
Even socks and sweaters, I asked.
Yes, he said, but those were knitted, and so quickly.
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