27 January 1999 Dear S and Brady, Pop said to say thank you very much for the video “Fawlty Towers” we all enjoyed it very much, he had a nice birthday and he really enjoyed all the phone calls, was lovely to speak to you and Brady. J has been up here to see us too, gee it was lovely to see him. Pop is … Continue reading And as for the apples, well they got cooked right there on the tree.
This is a letter I received from Jack’s mother. I have always ensured that Brady has had full contact with her father and his parents since our split, and to this day Brady still spends every second Christmas with them in the UK. I feared Vito my father-in-law, I found him very prickly. Carmela is a wonderful person, the unseen go-between of factions of the family … Continue reading Kept my matches in my pocket and left this bridge standing.
September 1998 Barry’s house under construction (below) – it was to become a much loved home and provided the walls for years of wonderful memories, love and laughs. It was affectionately known as the Pink House (yes the front was rendered in parts and painted a light shade of pink – much to Brady’s gleeful delight). Barry asked Brady and I to move in with him, which … Continue reading Thirty & Oh So Happy
Letter from Barry whilst still on holidays in Australia, to S in the UK with J. 11 January, 1998 S, I love you and want to spend my life with you – simple as that – I miss you terribly – the phone calls and emails are contact but I need your physical presence – I need to see you, smell you – I need to … Continue reading My heart remembers the sentiment and my head remembers the words.
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Written by Barry who was spending Christmas ’97 in Australia with his father who immigrated to Melbourne with his second wife. Barry’s Mother who also remarried remained in the UK. 27 December, 1997 S, I have been trying to analyse why I am so attracted you; I know what my feelings are towards you and I think I know why, but I don’t yet … Continue reading Courting by correspondence.
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.”
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