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, 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.

Not sure how being buried is any better…..

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…..