I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’   Friday 7 June 1996  17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

Tuesday, 14 May 1996  8:30am Went to the “Empress of India” in Carlton.  I was meeting Scottish Lisa from work and a few other people, all of whom I’d met before (bar one).  There were seven of us, we sat around just drinking and gossiping.  I must be getting old S, I spent a Saturday night ‘just chatting with friends’ (sounds like a coffee commercial) … Continue reading The peculiarities of our troublesome Father.

I’ve signed the divorce papers.

From: ‘Mum’ Sent: 1 Feb 1996 3:22PM To: ‘S’ Subject: Thanks for your messages, this is the first opportunity I have had to get into the computer room, it was down for a while and we have been so bloody busy!  Got a wedding to go to tomorrow – am having the arvo off.  Thank heavens, or I think I might throw a wobbly at … Continue reading I’ve signed the divorce papers.

I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.

Wednesday, 12 April, 1995, 11:07AM S, Well excuse me, I’ve just been dusting myself off after falling off my perch.  Thanks for the letter, Sis.  I feel much better now, knowing that it’s my genes that are to blame for my shocking Magnum ice cream dependency, not my jelly-like will that folds at the merest sniff of that white, Belgian chocolate modestly screening it’s heart … Continue reading I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.

The honourable course of action just seems too fraught with difficulty. 

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. 

It’s not my party, but I’m still gonna cry about it.

Tuesday, 18 August 1992 Hey Sis, Your second letter in two days! It’s just that I only get half an hour for lunch so by the time I actually get anywhere it’s always time to come back so I figured I’d start another letter, it burns time. It’s Mara’s 21st party thingy on Saturday night, something I’m not looking forward to. Ma says it’s formal … Continue reading It’s not my party, but I’m still gonna cry about it.