The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.

  Barry and I decided to get married (there was no proposal as such, just a sort of mutual discussion/decision.)  We decided on a small Australian backyard family wedding in December 2000 as we would be in Australia for Ola’s first Christmas. The following is the disaster that ensued. ———————–FACSIMILE TRANSMITTANCE SHEET———————– TO: ‘Anastasia’ COMPANY: Elegant Weddings FROM: ‘S’ DATE: 18/10/00 RE: Wedding 5th Jan … Continue reading The Wedding Dress I didn’t get to wear.

A little ray of sunshine has come into the world.

Barry and I welcomed the most delightful blue-eyed baby girl into the world on 14 March, 2000 at Stoke Mandeville Hospital as Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen’ played in the background. After a 12 hour labour our 9lb beauty was safely in our arms. I slept afterwards and Barry told me he just sat, gently cradling our daughter staring at her.  When I woke Barry carried me … Continue reading A little ray of sunshine has come into the world.

Golden, golden days. Gone.

December 1998 Living with Barry was working out great.  Brady spent every second weekend with her Father, Jack. I continued working a demanding schedule, working all hours and flying all over the world, until a turning point in a cold transit lounge somewhere in tired Europe, enough was enough. I resigned, finishing up in December 1998. So the call went out – ‘Christmas at the Pink … Continue reading Golden, golden days. Gone.

Kept my matches in my pocket and left this bridge standing.

  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.