The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

Wednesday, 30 March 1994 Dear S, I just got back from buying a new mattress.  Leah’s paying me for my half of the old one and I’m moving into the Flemington house on either Thursday night (if I’m feeling as eager as I do now) or on Good Friday, so I’ll need a new one pronto. I got “our Dad” to come in and drive … Continue reading The idea of sharing house space with non-rent paying cockroaches fills me with a sensation not unlike having your undies full of warm jelly.

“We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?

Wednesday, 16 March 1994 Dear S, The Big Day looms over the horizon; tomorrow I must tell Leah.  Heavy.  I am not looking forward to this, it’s not only the end of the relationship, but most likely the end of the friendship as well, which I am really going to miss.  There are going to be a lot of changes I will have to become … Continue reading “We always become what we loathe most.” Who said that?