From: J Date: 14 June 2002 06:26AM To: S Subject: Big Week. Hey Sis, I tried to call last night but it went to voice-mail. I dunno if Mum’s been in touch with you but I told her I was a pansy yesterday morning. Told her in the car as she was dropping me off at the station the morning after Nana’s funeral. I … Continue reading We buried Nana and then I came out.
Monday, 28 August 1995 So Sis, Continuing on from “Pisspot’s Undoing” Saturday morning at 10am Brett comes knocking on my door, offering to give me a lift to his place in St Kilda. I get ready, quickly shower and comb over my scruffiness and Brett gives me a ride to Coles for my shopping. Then it’s back to my place, a coffee, and then to … Continue reading My beloved hair dryer blew up. I gave it a state burial. Well, I put it in its own plastic bag inside the bin so it wouldn’t get food in its grill.
Monday, 21 December 1992 Dear S I thought you would like to read these pieces from Granny’s funeral. Pop and I have just come back from the nursing home, we have made a donation to the home towards a special kind of bed that is needed for the bedridden people, so instead of flowers and chocolates etc we have done it this way. Uncle Arthur won … Continue reading Not sure how being buried is any better…..