Tuesday, 18 January 1994 Dear S, Just met Mum for lunch at Collins Place.  I only had my home made lunch of jam and vegemite sandwiches, so she shouted me a falafel.  She told me of your poisoning attempt on Jack’s life.  Fiendishly clever Sis!  Tell me, I’ve never heard of having to fill a kettle with acid to clean it, why are kettles in … Continue reading I think I’ll just stay home and pull my eyelashes out one by one, it couldn’t be any less painful.