There’s such an art to letting friendships fizzle out.

J’s Diary Entries Wednesday, 26 April, 1995 Spoke to Mum on the phone today, she had some very interesting news.  Apparently S is not going to Nan and Pop’s for Christmas.  Mum said in definite, emphatic tones, “S and the baby are spending Christmas with you and me, up here at my house.” (as opposed to “down there” at Nana and Pop’s) I think Mum … Continue reading There’s such an art to letting friendships fizzle out.

My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.

Monday, 28 March 1994 Dear S, Well the bomb dropped and the dust has cleared, and with the benefit of the clarity of this fine Autumn day, I can truly say that I feel I have done the right thing.  It was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, it really went quite well.  It didn’t actually happen on Thursday, the day … Continue reading My heart pounding so hard plaster was coming off the walls.