18 August 2012 – An Aside from S Dear Little Man, Nearly 15 years ago we welcomed you into our lives, just after the girls Grandmother took her life. You diverted our attention, helped us laugh, kept us busy. My beautiful girls were 3 and 7, tiny, inquisitive, full of wonder like you, with tiny legs and always looking for food, like you. You … Continue reading How not to worm your kids.
Author: ‘Mum’ Date: 14/11/95 1:37PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: Dear S and Jack Have managed to get a few minutes to get on the internet. Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Jack, Happy Birthday to you. Last one before the BIG 30 eh? I have sent you a card, but think it might be late so am emailing. I’ll save … Continue reading All systems go for Brady’s first trip to the Land of OZ.
27 June 1995 Dear S, Jack and Brady, We received the two sheets of photos yesterday, thanks ever so much. Dear little Brady is beautiful and like all new babies not so keen on her bath I see. She is a lovely plump little girl. I see her very much like you Jack but also see you too S, but a real little girl. Some … Continue reading Did you name our great granddaughter after a dog?
Tuesday, 14 Feb 1995, 9:13am St Valentine’s Day. Where’s my fuckin’ cards? I haven’t got one damn message of desire, and it’s already quarter past nine. I haven’t got any faxes, letters, cards, taped messages – not even a nudey photo of someone I’ve never met but glanced at briefly on Parliament Train Station, Platform Four. What’s the deal here? There was only one Valentine’s … Continue reading Maybe I should get a dog. Dogs have no self esteem, that’s why they’ll do anything for you.
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.
Tuesday, 11 January 1994 S, How’s it going? I mailed your first Cleo magazine yesterday, but didn’t have time to put a letter in. I must say, to my shame, that I had a flick through it. Well, what I saw was enough for me to be sworn off bananas for life! (see the “Banana Smooshie” recipe in the “How to Drive Your Man Wild … Continue reading Farts & Deadlocks on Doors