6 October, 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, So very pleased to get your letter and lovely snaps of you all and also the post card you sent from the Canary Islands, it came the same day as your letter and snaps. So sorry to hear you haven’t been well S and do hope you are gradually coming good. When something is wrong it seems to … Continue reading Yesterday I washed all the bedspreads and got them dry too.
20 Aug 1996 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well I do hope you are all well, and hope where you live S didn’t cop the terrible floods that were shown on TV a couple of weeks ago. We are having a cold snap at present and yesterday only 11°, today a bit warmer at 14°. Pop been having a hard time with his foot. Doctor seems … Continue reading Spider Bites and Dead Orchids.
Author: Mum Date: 09/10/95 2:44PM Priority: Normal To: ‘S’ Subject: Dear S, Jack and Brady, Before I forget, will you please change the address on my bank accounts at Barclays, because the statements will go to your old house. I went to choose the paint for the back bedroom yesterday, so my beautiful granddaughter will have a lovely fresh room to sleep in when … Continue reading You do know what a petit four is, don’t you?
31 August 1995 To you my Dear Dear Brother, Well where to start, maybe with the standard apology for not writing sooner or more often but I am afraid that the re-telling of the drudgery of my married life in the suburbs may not prove entertaining to you and besides I would rather you had some image in your head of me living in the … Continue reading I guess you could call it a role playing, electronic, sexless, sci-fi, extra-marital affair.
FAX FROM MUM TO S 2:20pm 31ST JULY 1995 Dear S, Thank you for the beautiful flowers – hot pink roses and irises. You really are a naughty girl to do that, but they are absolutely beautiful. I am sitting here looking at my beautiful granddaughter, I have put her photo in a frame below my computer screen. I guess she is still talking about … Continue reading When on earth did Mum start playing the pokies?
Tuesday, 27 June 1995 8:04am Good morning, At least, it is here anyway. I’m in early, kudos to me, kudos to me. I woke up at 5am, listened to the radio for a while, and, seized with expiatory zeal, I thought I’d come in early to make recompense for my days of wayward bludging earlier this year. Truth is I couldn’t get back to sleep … Continue reading I’m writing to you from the belly of the beast.
December 1994 Dear Nana and Pop, Merry Christmas. Sorry about typing this letter, it seems a little impersonal, but I’m so used to typing at work that my hand writing is almost unreadable these days. I’m sorry I can’t be there with everyone for Christmas, I’ve got this camping trip planned with some friends up near the Murray River. There’s this festival sort of thing … Continue reading J’s Get out of Christmas letter to Grandparents.