What a pleasure to be visited by sister Helen and James and Lyn. If there's anything to be gained from this madness of prison, it's appreciation of family.
The noise - the uproar - of the visiting hall makes hard work of talking. It was a big change from when I last saw them, Family Day, when we could walk about and talk with ease.
Hard on the ears and tough on the voice, but I wouldn't have missed it for anything.
When something realy pleasant happens in here, you know you are going to have to pay for it. Fate is extra tough on captives.
Three days later and I was facing the doctor, pointing to an enormous pain in my head. I wondered if it might have come from the shouted conversation with family.
'It's your teeth,' he said. I felt the blood drain from around the area of pain, revealing my greatest.
'Oh, no,' I murmured. 'Give me the plague, pig flu, anything, but don't send me to the dentist.'
'Fate's on your side then,' he said. 'The waiting time's about 16 weeks.'
Your correspondent did feel relieved at that, even if the pain remained. But somehow I knew Fate wouldn't stay so kind. An appointment card was slipped under the cell door. I was being honoured with special treatment. I could see the dentist in three days.
People here say he is very good. I hope they are right. I've managed to avoid the dentist for 30 years. But in here, there's no avoiding anything unpleasant, so I will be there in the chair in three days, but probably not very bravely.
Roger's story is on his website, here.
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