Just in case my last post has you thinking my brother was a saint I wish to share with you one or two of his escapades, to which I'm not sure a girl of my then tender years should have been exposed. First, a misadventure that started out with the best of intentions. I was … Continue reading My Big Bruvver the Larrikin
Musings on Family
My Big Bruvver Goes on Bivouac
7 April 1965One of the birds lay an egg on 3-4-65. What should I do? Gypsy can’t walk on her hind left leg. There has been no mail yet. I am getting on fine with the Spearmans. Last week we weren’t allowed to watch television for a week. Mum came home for the weekend and … Continue reading My Big Bruvver Goes on Bivouac
My Big Bruvver Joins the Army Reserve
From the day he was born, my brother's life was dictated by women. There was Mum, but no Dad. There was Grandma, but no Grandpa. There was Auntie, but Uncle was only just coming home from the war. And they all lived together in the same house, together with his two male cousins, who were … Continue reading My Big Bruvver Joins the Army Reserve
The Reluctant Retiree 