Memories Are Made Of This

  Someone has offered my neighbour Grace a lot of money for her 1955 FJ Holden. She keeps it in a garage as big as a barn at the back of her house. She opens the garage doors wide to the morning every day as she fears mould in the upholstery. The car hasn’t been... Continue Reading →

For Sentimental Reasons.

Back in the days when I was feeling sentimental over my old house I used to pass it several times a day. I cried when they threw out the wrought-iron gate, replaced the old wooden mailbox with a metal one, and needed to go home and have a lie down when they ripped out the... Continue Reading →

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