And that sort of thing just doesn’t happen here.

30 June 1994 Dear S and Jack, Was beaut to get your cards from France, you sure did enjoy your trip and gee it was good to hear all about it.  Did you go by that new tunnel under the water? Your English weather will be at its best now, the last couple of mornings we’ve had very heavy frosts.  It’s been many years since … Continue reading And that sort of thing just doesn’t happen here.

Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.

Monday, 16 May 1994 Dear S, Mum and Jack, Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing, its mail-out time at work and I’ve been incredibly busy.  I’ve been working in despatch on the weekend too, just for extra cash (I don’t get paid for over-time spent on the book).  I just got your post card, it sounds like you’re having a … Continue reading Maybe I should learn French, the language of love, me being single and all.

1 to 16 May 1994 – French Road Trip with Mum

I found these notes by my mother amongst my correspondence. When visiting me in the UK in 1994, Mum and I drove a beat up old Corolla from Hertfordshire through France and back – Mum kept notes on each days travel, speedometer etc. This is one of her many “lists” – things she liked about France. As our family’s story progresses you’ll understand why lists were so important … Continue reading 1 to 16 May 1994 – French Road Trip with Mum