21 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Just a few lines in with a card to wish you both a very happy Easter. Do hope you had a terrific 1st Wedding Anniversary. I tried for four hours off and on to ring you but no answer then last night I was talking to your mother on the phone and she said you had gone to Paris … Continue reading Apple Update from Nana.
Wednesday, 16 March 1994 Dear S, The Big Day looms over the horizon; tomorrow I must tell Leah. Heavy. I am not looking forward to this, it’s not only the end of the relationship, but most likely the end of the friendship as well, which I am really going to miss. There are going to be a lot of changes I will have to become … Continue reading “We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?
Friday, 11 March 1994 Dear S, Well, your little brother has taken another baby step towards the mantle of adulthood. This very morn I got my Learners Permit to drive. It was bloody easy. Leah timed me, a total of eight minutes. I think it was because there’s so much information in the booklet, that I thought the test would have to be at least … Continue reading Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, but it’s such a release!
Thursday, 10 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, the Despatch Boy (ok it is weird calling him Despatch Boy now that he has a son) is away again, so Simon is filling in for him which leaves me companionless for the day, which leads me to ponder things best left un-pondered. Such as the moral nature of these undertakings with Leah. I’m beginning to think that … Continue reading The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty.
8 Mar 1994 Dear S and Jack, Thanks ever so much for the lovely perfume and the card and the phone call for my 70th birthday, it was lovely to receive so much attention. Gee I had a great day, in fact the whole week was just beaut. And at last we have been to Pomona which we have wanted to see for so long … Continue reading The weather is very important to Nana.
Monday, 7 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a Monday and I have the feeling it’s going to be a long one. I’m flying solo today, as Simon has apparently taken ill over the weekend and won’t be joining me for today’s festivities. Exactly what those festivities entail, I’m not too sure. In this zany, nutty, el whacko funhouse, who can tell? Yes, today, I … Continue reading Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.
Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one. Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.
Monday, 28 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a sunny day down here and I’m in a surprisingly good mood considering the crappy weekend I’ve had. I feel like I’ve guzzled half a gallon of Buzz saw Blend Ultra-Caffeinated Coffee, but I haven’t touched it at all today. If you could see the murky goo that passes for coffee here I think you’d understand. Well … Continue reading The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.
Friday, 18 February 1994 Dear S, I just got your letter, thanks so much. I really needed to hear from you, I was beginning to feel like I was committing these letters to “The Void” (wanky as it sounds.) The prospect of all my gibberish being published one day is a bit daunting, but I’d like to see them all together, it would be a bit like … Continue reading Little Brother, our Father is dead to me so I have no problem posting this.
Tues, 15 Feb 1994 Dear S and Jack Have been meaning to write this for ages. Before I forget – Amanda Potter is engaged to an Argentinian – getting married in 1995, her sister Courtney got married last week. Tyler Hunt gets married and will be in UK in May. His father asked for your phone number. Doubt he’ll call. Did I tell you about … Continue reading Your brother is wasted and your Father’s Whore is a sour puss with a large double chin.
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