December 1997 Jack and I had split months earlier and he moved out, Brady and I were still living in the house trying to get used to our new life and routine. I had agreed that Brady could spend Christmas with Jack and his family. I drove her down to Devon a couple of days before Christmas and sobbed all the way back to Hertfordshire. … Continue reading J heads to UK to hand tissues to S.
Thursday 4 Sep. 1997 Dear S, Now this is just a quick letter to accompany your prezzies. Happy Birthday for the 8th, chick. I hope you like my presents. I decided to go for a different feel this year, I hope you like it. If you don’t, just pretend, OK? I’ve decided this year to go for a theme. Nostalgic Kitsch. Lets start with the animal … Continue reading I wonder if Sea Monkeys can scream.
I hope that you can forgive me for some of the things that I say to you at times. I don’t mean to, I just feel so much pain at times for all that we’ve lost. Continue reading Regrets.
VOL. 7, NO. 2 “…and then the dog chewed on it.” Thursday, Sep. 4, 1997 8:40am Dear S, The office smells like the interior of a plane today for some reason. Exactly like a plane. That funny air-conditioned, slightly-sickly-disinfectant-delousing-spray smell. Wish I had a first class aeroplane seat for a work chair. If this office was an aeroplane it would definitely be in a disaster film. Daisy and … Continue reading “… and then the dog chewed on it.”
VOL. 7, NO. 2 Sunday, Aug. 31, 1997 4:15pm Hey Sis, I know this is violating the quid pro quo rule, starting another letter before you’ve replied, but hey, what can I say. I’m sitting in here at work on a Sunday, listening to Pavement on my CD Walkman, looking out the window from Lucy’s desk (my computer has crapped itself yet again) at the … Continue reading First day of Spring brings the end of the Football Season and a dead Princess.
VOL. 7, NO. 1 Aug. 29, 1997 12:30pm Hey S, How you going? Yup, a letter from your long lost bro. How you doin’? Eh? What’ve ya been up to? How’s your car? Ha ha haa! Mum told me about it. Have you told Dad about it yet? (Oh God he’s always wanted to drive one of them) Do you want me to tell him. … Continue reading Starving myself whilst eating into my savings.
2 August 1997 Continue reading And that, is that.
3 June 1997 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well it will be very close to Brady’s 2nd birthday when you get this and I do hope the parcel I sent a week ago arrived in time and that she likes the pyjamas, will be a bit big but I was looking ahead when I bought them. Pop is gradually getting better, it’s a slow process … Continue reading It’s nearly time for Pop to get up and I want to feed the cows and chooks before I have to feed him.
4 March 1997 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Just a few lines in with a card to wish you a very Happy 4th Anniversary. Thanks so much for your phone call on my birthday, the postie delivered your parcel and card on my birthday so that also made it extra special. I love the book, thanks a lot and the lovely snaps too I haven’t had a … Continue reading Our first trip in a plane and it was an Air Ambulance.
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