my mum just dropped off some of my things she uncovered whilst unpacking after her great move.
in it is a scrapbook of birthday cards and letters and faxes (i forgot how much my family used to FAX each other. no pun intended there, really).
I found a birthday card from Karen! OMG!
And many from my family, still with my Dadadadad’s writing on them.
Some from my Grandfather Len. Still with his writing on them. I lived for those cards some years.
And then, one from Aunty Fay.
And it struck me. Aunty Fay is my Godmother.
I have no idea where she is.
maybe important to find out if aunt fay is loaded before she turns up her toes, if yes, remind her of her “status”… hehe
WAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WAHAHAAHH
true
but still i adored her. so much.
Hehhehe – Good one