—–Original Message —– From: J Sent: 24 February 2004 23:39 To: S Subject: Fanx! [I had sent J a retro t-shirt with the Dukes of Hazard Boys on it as he had said in our “Mink Conversation“.] Hey Sis, just wanted to say thanks for the t-shirt! It really cheered me up. Ah, how I loved that blonde one when I was a kid. I’ve … Continue reading Hell, Hell, Hell.
18 August 2012 – An Aside from S Dear Little Man, Nearly 15 years ago we welcomed you into our lives, just after the girls Grandmother took her life. You diverted our attention, helped us laugh, kept us busy. My beautiful girls were 3 and 7, tiny, inquisitive, full of wonder like you, with tiny legs and always looking for food, like you. You … Continue reading How not to worm your kids.
Brady and J playing Christmas Day 2000. I watch this over and over, it makes me so happy. I can remember their laughter, the sun shining. Ola crying in the background. Happy. deadmansdiaries.com Continue reading Happy.
2 March 2000 Dear S, Thanks for the postcard from Waikiki and also the video of The Lost Gardens of Heligan that you sent me for Christmas, I really enjoyed it, it’s so marvellous that it could be bought back to life and lovely to follow it through, what a big job to tackle, lots of hard work but so rewarding. Well it’s really March now, … Continue reading I placed potatoes on Pop’s grave.
30 August, 1999 So very pleased to get your letter and all the lovely snaps. It’s a beaut one of your Dad, J and Brady, and the ones with Pop in are some of the last to be taken of him. It was also nice to see the full one of our house that Pop built. I wish he could have seen this photo. Do … Continue reading The rooster I had picked on the young ones, so I killed him.
12-14 March 1999 J grudgingly agreed to come with Brady and I down to our Grandparents house, with our Father. As you will have established by now our Father is a narcissistic, misogynist. The archetypal Aussie Male Baby Boomer – loves fishin’, huntin’, drinkin’ and screwin’. This entailed a four hour car drive (each way) listening to him bleet on about himself and how much he … Continue reading Oh the things we did to keep our Father happy.
J Diary Entries Tue 20 Sep 1994 – Simon’s triumphant return – sound the horns! complete with (perhaps) glandular fever. It’s good to have him back, I’ve missed him. Simon is my principal human contact, I’ve withdrawn in his absence. I was even a little hurt when he went to talk to Cav before me. Silly really – I’m jealous. Half of me resents the … Continue reading Damn Russian Nomenclature.