Remembering Robin

In a few days, the 6th Jan, it will be the anniversary of the day my brother took his own life. It seems to be more difficult this year. There is a huge knot in my guts a lot of the time. Ridiculously vicious nightmares are thrashing about in my mind when I get to […]

Anzac day, and my father

On the television the football has started with a parade by the old diggers and the Vietnam Vets. It took me to thinking of my father who was a vet and loved football, Aussie Rules and Rugby League and Union. Dad played, I think, at college or high school level with a country team at […]