J heads to UK to hand tissues to S.

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.

1997

I have some letters from J in 1997 but seem to be missing many. As you are about to read my life got a bit messy from 1997 on and house moves followed, during which I’m afraid some of J’s letters may have been lost. I also don’t have J’s ’97 diary, I am certain he kept one but think it may have been typed which he referred … Continue reading 1997

An Aside from S – An alternative Father’s Day Shout OUT.

It’s Father’s Day in Australia today and it’s a beautiful thing to see everyone posting fabulous photos of sharing today with their Dads. All the kind and lovely memories shared and the heartbreak of all the people who miss their wonderful fathers today on Father’s Day. But there are ‘others’ of us out here who are glad we aren’t suffering with our Fathers today. So … Continue reading An Aside from S – An alternative Father’s Day Shout OUT.

Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.

Thursday, 11 April 1996  8:30pm Hey Sis, Sitting here, on a rainless night, thinking about nothing, as in not thinking nothing but thinking about nothing. I do this sometimes at work, or when I’m bored. Think of it. Nothing. No matter, so no space. No time.  Hmmm. There’s no time. I guess time doesn’t exist in a vacuum.  Time is only measurable in its effect … Continue reading Girls either tart right up or slob right down after a break up. I suppose men do the same but lack the dramatic apparatus of make-up and mini-skirts.

Just a bit excited I have to say.

J would be over the moon to know I’m taking my girls to see The Cure tonight. My god he loved this band and as for Robert Smith, well he absolutely idolized him (he had the haircuts and eyeliner at one stage to prove it). J saw The Cure at The Melbourne Tennis Centre on 24 & 25 August 1992. I’m so excited even with the possibility … Continue reading Just a bit excited I have to say.