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Regrets.
I hope that you can forgive me for some of the things that I say to you at times. I don’t mean to, I just feel so much pain at times for all that we’ve lost. Continue reading Regrets.
“… and then the dog chewed on it.”
VOL. 7, NO. 2 “…and then the dog chewed on it.” Thursday, Sep. 4, 1997 8:40am Dear S, The office smells like the interior of a plane today for some reason. Exactly like a plane. That funny air-conditioned, slightly-sickly-disinfectant-delousing-spray smell. Wish I had a first class aeroplane seat for a work chair. If this office was an aeroplane it would definitely be in a disaster film. Daisy and … Continue reading “… and then the dog chewed on it.”
First day of Spring brings the end of the Football Season and a dead Princess.
VOL. 7, NO. 2 Sunday, Aug. 31, 1997 4:15pm Hey Sis, I know this is violating the quid pro quo rule, starting another letter before you’ve replied, but hey, what can I say. I’m sitting in here at work on a Sunday, listening to Pavement on my CD Walkman, looking out the window from Lucy’s desk (my computer has crapped itself yet again) at the … Continue reading First day of Spring brings the end of the Football Season and a dead Princess.
Starving myself whilst eating into my savings.
VOL. 7, NO. 1 Aug. 29, 1997 12:30pm Hey S, How you going? Yup, a letter from your long lost bro. How you doin’? Eh? What’ve ya been up to? How’s your car? Ha ha haa! Mum told me about it. Have you told Dad about it yet? (Oh God he’s always wanted to drive one of them) Do you want me to tell him. … Continue reading Starving myself whilst eating into my savings.
And that, is that.
2 August 1997 Continue reading And that, is that.
It’s nearly time for Pop to get up and I want to feed the cows and chooks before I have to feed him.
3 June 1997 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Well it will be very close to Brady’s 2nd birthday when you get this and I do hope the parcel I sent a week ago arrived in time and that she likes the pyjamas, will be a bit big but I was looking ahead when I bought them. Pop is gradually getting better, it’s a slow process … Continue reading It’s nearly time for Pop to get up and I want to feed the cows and chooks before I have to feed him.
Our first trip in a plane and it was an Air Ambulance.
4 March 1997 Dear S, Jack and Brady, Just a few lines in with a card to wish you a very Happy 4th Anniversary. Thanks so much for your phone call on my birthday, the postie delivered your parcel and card on my birthday so that also made it extra special. I love the book, thanks a lot and the lovely snaps too I haven’t had a … Continue reading Our first trip in a plane and it was an Air Ambulance.
Time to get out of this marriage.
23 December 1996 Jack, there is so much I need to say to you. But you don’t, can’t, won’t listen, so I am writing it down for you. On Friday night the things you said were unforgivable, and our resulting behaviour in front of Brady was completely unacceptable. You broke my heart, and embarrassed yourself AGAIN. I have learnt that when you are drunk to … Continue reading Time to get out of this marriage.
Will I spend my whole life cringing on account of my father?
Monday, 23 December 1996 2:58pm S, Just had lunch with Dick. We went to the Kay Craddock Antiquarian Bookseller’s first though. We were looking for a book for Dad. He collects (gulp) Australiana. We were browsing through the hushed shop, next to the Scots Church on Collins Street when Dad thunders “JESUS, MATE. SOME OF THESE BOOKS ARE OVER $500!” Christ! will I spend my … Continue reading Will I spend my whole life cringing on account of my father?
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