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.

Thirty & Oh So Happy

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

One of my personalities is a Belgian pirate, perhaps I should let him out more often.

I found this amongst J’s paperwork.  It is a copy of a letter to an ex-colleague Tariq who was travelling overseas.   Tuesday, 5 May 1998 Tariq, So here it is, you thought I’d forgotten you, huh? It’s just that I seem to have lost the knack for letter writing.  But how are you doing?  Picked up that Murdoch kowtowing job yet? Wrap your lips ’round … Continue reading One of my personalities is a Belgian pirate, perhaps I should let him out more often.

Christmas a long, long time ago…

I have a vague memory of this being taken it was at Myer in Melbourne December 1973. I would like to thank everyone who reads my Blog and has kindly followed our story. Your “likes” comments and support means so much to me.  It’s hard to explain but I feel so connected to some complete strangers sprinkled all over the world through my brother. Wishing you … Continue reading Christmas a long, long time ago…

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.

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.