Dear Simon,

How’s things with you? All harp music and fluffy clouds?

Just a few things you’ve missed, the Blues won Origin, Ford has sacked 230 workers so manufacturing is in even more trouble, nobody likes the Lib’s budget and Kim Kardashian got married.  Kardashian … the reality TV … oh never mind.

I took a quiz tonight, the how will you die quiz, turns I have a high likelihood of dying from old age/natural causes. Given current projections show the average person will be living to 90 or older by 2044 it appears I’m here for the long haul. So I really should get my life sorted out. Apparently not engaging in high risk activities or sports helps increase your life expectancy, funny that.

The girls are doing well, passed all their exams which was a massive achievement all things considered. I’ve been cutting them a lot of slack, you know grief and everything, but of course underneath it all they are still TEENAGERS. It’s a wonderful time of bonding for parent and child/ren. AAARGHH. Although perhaps we have just all hit the anger stage of mourning simultaneously which makes for a fun time in the old house.

I rang your mum like you requested, she’s doing OK given the circumstances.

I’ve been reading other bloggers who get messages from their departed loved ones like you know, white feathers in their path, flowers unseasonally blooming. That whole light blowing, electrical malfunction thing you’ve got happening, ENOUGH WITH IT. Can we just go to the white feathers please?

I’ve been sick, no really I’ve been sick with the flu, stop rolling your eyes, I know you are rolling your eyes, I’ve been BEDRIDDEN for days. Despite your complete lack of sympathy for my ill-health it was handy to be able to wake you at two in the morning to fetch me water and Panadol. Turns out the kids don’t like the idea of me phoning them from the bedroom with after-midnight instructions – but hey they wanted mobile phones!

Both the counsellor and the psychic suggested writing you a letter, I don’t think they meant it as a blog post suggestion but I’ve got to multi-task EVERYTHING now. The psychic recommended leaving the “paper” letter on the bedside table and it could be moved in the morning as a sign you had read it. Given I’ve done it on the computer and your current obsession with electrical appliance destruction I’m fearful for the safety of the laptop tonight.

Well I’d better sign off now, I need to clear off the books, magazines and potato chip crumbs from the bed before I can go to sleep. Yep, nuthin’ you can do about that now.

Love

Janine

PS, I’m going to get a TV in the bedroom too, so there.